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"And you talking like that is exactly why I love you," He chuckled. |
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"you still love me? After the bitch I was?" |
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"Because you're fucking amazing?" He asked, not really asking. |
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She sighed, snuggling into him until the water got cold. She sighed and actually washed herself before getting out and putting on the dress set out for her |
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Gale slipped back into the same clothes, putting his weapons back in his belt and such. |
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"come to dinner" she offered, a plan of hers in motion. She went to her dresser and grabbed a book of Valerian laws and flipped to a tabbed page. "Here, see? The first heiress will have control over the province no matter stage of wed nor age" she read. "Can't argue with laws set in stone. Let alone the other laws he's not allowed to touch since he isn't the first heiress |
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"Good, you actually know what you're talking about so we won't look like fools. Splendid," He mused, slinging his bow over his shoulder. |
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"so you'll come?" She asked, slipping three daggers into hidden sheaths |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
