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"What can I do or say that will help you know that you're not like him?" Adele was desperate now, still clinging onto his arm.
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"Nothing. Don't worry about it, baby." He said, trying to keep his voice level and soft. He sighed, sitting beside her. "My kingdom is falling apart, my mother wants you dead, my father she killed--whom was a horrible man, but still it proves she can and will kill someone--, I can't protect you, your advisors don't want a truce anymore, at least not for quite a while, you love me but how long until people make you turn away from me? I know you're stressed, I know I'm not helping, I love you more than you'll ever know and more than anything or any words can describe."
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Adele listened to him, gazing into his eyes with sorrow and compassion. She wished she knew what to say to make him feel better, but no words came to her. Instead, she simply wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "Caelan, I'm so sorry."
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