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He let out a breath, his shoulders slumping for once. |
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She kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm still mad but I don't hate you" |
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"Same about you, mad but don't hate ya." He mused, smiling slightly. |
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"you don't want the baby either, do you?" She breathed, fearful of his anger |
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"Can't decide. It goes with you, killed. Goes with me, i'll probably be hunted before it get's the chance." He explained |
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"I want to keep it but I think that's wrong because you don't want it" she admitted, placing her cheek on his shoulder |
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"I still uh... haven't found a way to stay here and not get killed so..." He trailed off. |
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"I'll work that out" she promised |
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"Oh?" He questioned, grinning. |
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"I have more power than you'd think. Unless I was laying with my brothers, I read the kingdom laws for fun. Don't judge me. When you have a tyrant father and dead mother, threre isn't much to do. I could easily take the throne if I wanted. And change any laws and wipe a slate clean" |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
