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“Next time, if you want me to join you,” he says softly, “all you have to do is ask.”
“I need words, kitten,” he says softly. “Because if you do not want a throne, I might leave mine for you.”
When someone dies, everyone expects you to perform your grief for them. They watch your reactions carefully, to see how your emotions fit into their personal construct of how loss and sorrow should look.
