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... hen Darius’ low voice drilled into his ears that he lifted his head from the broad shoulder.
"What did you say?"
Darius used his silken handkerchief to wipe away the lingering dampness on Xion’s face, which was slowly turning pink.
Am I using too much force, Darius mused, making his touch even gentler. So fragile, so delicate.
How can Xion even survive amidst the politics of all the nobles and royals?
Sure enough, it was better to keep Xion by his side. ...
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