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His hand was very close to mine, and I took it, lifting it to
my lips to kiss. "I trust you completely, Highness. In all things."
He shook his head. "You shouldn't. You warned me that damned
sorcerer wasn't to be trusted, and I ignored you. Don't let me do that
again. None of this would have happened if I'd only listened to you in
the first place." He took a deep breath. "You told me that you loved
me. Did you mean it?"
I bowed my head. "Yes, my prince."
"How long have you felt that way?"
"Since we were eleven."
"I wish you had told me a long time ago."
Tears were running down my face. "I had no right to tell you
anything like that. I'm but your servant, Highness."
"You're more than my servant, and you know it. You're brother,
confidant, friend, companion, lover. And for the past two years, you
were mother and caretaker to me as well. I don't know if I'll be able
to reclaim our kingdom or not, but if I do, I swear to you that I'll
give you the highest title in the land, and treat you always as my
first adviser."
I hesitantly moved a little closer to him, and he put an arm
around my waist and drew me close to him. "Do you --" I began, but
stopped, unable to ask the question which tormented me.
He tilted my face up and kissed away the tear
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