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a prince. one day a king.
he goes silent, gaze falling as his teeth catch the inside of his bottom lip. he thinks of his family again, a lump threatening to form in his throat that he quickly swallows down.
this is certainly not easy to explain, not when he feels as if +
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felicity knew her own temper could get the better of her at times, causing her to say things that she shouldnโt even if she did mean them, this was one of those times. it wasnโt that she regretted saying it but had empathy that she had been harsh to him.
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back to her as he speaks once more, โ i think it is a conversation we still must have before you decide you truly want to be wed. i โ well, i fear you may change your mind. . . โ thereโs a waver in his voice during that final bit, a wrinkle forming between his brows.
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he follows felicity out, feeling quite caught up in the whirlwind that is their romance as he grins, eyes bright and shining.
the moment she faces him, heโs melting, a mere glimpse of her eyes making him feel weak.
โ oh. โ brows raise a bit at her comments, surprised +
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she tried to look modest as he told her he will stay with her but she was practically giddy as she swerved across the ballroom to the doors, it was becoming quite clear that she couldnโt stand crowds for long, outside in the fresh air was her comfort.
with the prince following-
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to find she has backtracked on her former statements. especially because, he believes he deserved the brashness.
โ that is very kind of you, but. . . โ he trails off, gaze averting to a spot over her shoulder and then to the ground before it finally makes itโs way +
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he was prepared for her goodbye, finding that at this point in the night sheโd dismissed herself, leaving the prince desiring more.
he considers turning down the invitation just to give her a taste of her own medicine, but he cannot stand to keep away. not when heโs +
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that smile of his, she noted every small thing, the slight crookedness, the dimples in his cheeks they bought out, she was very sheโd try to paint it one day.
returning to his side where she felt she belonged, felicity smoothed her dress out over her hips to have something-
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realized just how much he truly cherishes his time with her.
โ i am not quite prepared to leave your side just yet. โ he admits a bit sheepishly, hands folding behind his back as always to keep them from fidgeting, a slight nod of his +
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her response warms him, heat rising into the curves of his face as he bites back a grin. but he cannot fight it anymore, that classic, crooked smile of his making an appearance.
โ i cannot wait to show you more. โ he replies, speaking softly as their dance comes to an +
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the more anders revealed about himself the more she understood why he was who he was. his parents love each other, he grew up with a love match as parents which wasnโt as common as it should be. that must have been why his heart was in his sleeve.
her smile turned softer, -
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were true, but she always used to tell me, โ you will know when you know โ. โ
a pause as he meets her eyes, voice falling to a whisper, โ and i know now, she had been correct all along. โ
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a breath is sucked in through clenched teeth as his toes are crushed, though a melodic laughter quickly follows as the prince finds humor in the action of hers.
he anticipates her response with attentive eyes, sparkling as he looks to her, waiting. . . then, his heart +
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did her heart just completely stop beating? It certainly felt as though it did. for once in her life she actually stepped on someone toes, his toes to be exact, who could blame her when he had practically just proposed right there.
quickly being humbled back to reality-
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bursts in his chest, relieved she seemed willing to let him have her hand.
โ well. . . โ lips press into a line as his head tilts, taking in a soft breath before he begins his story, โ growing up, my mother told me stories of love. i was never sure i quite believed they +
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