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π±or you, I am fragile. For you, I will strip of my clothes and my armor. I would tear the flesh right off the bone. For you, I am naked. For you, I am open.
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β a step back β¦ β involuntarily , the comtesse takes one herself , turning the unexpected development over in her mind .
π¨π°π°π₯ π―π¦πΈπ΄ would have been being chosen , unequivocally , from the start . it is not thisβ the guard stepping aside and β
she canβt quite comprehend why she is feeling out of sorts with what she is about to say, if anything it is good news, at least for Marcey. she supposed it is her own reaction that has her feeling this way. she had seen it coming but she made herself believe that β
β leaving the princess no say . nor is it the sickening prospect of watching her one day up and set sail for america .
β i admit , i wanted you to myself , but i did not want it like this . i did not want to βwinβ , for lack of a β
β β¦ iβm listening . β the earth seems to hold its breath with her in suspense , nary a breeze blowing , a branch swaying or creature scurrying about . β whatβs wrong ? β
she feels nervous all of a sudden. hands find themselves on Marceyβs hips for stability and nearness, something that has been denied at every turn. βI need to tell you something.β