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“Inventing conspiracies that are inspirational have a chance at changing the world for the better.” Kira looked like she wanted to continue, but glanced at Nora and Jonas who were glaring at her.

“My friend, no. I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi-“

“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.” A man in a black suit stepped into the mostly bare room with a table and two chairs, one seated by Miss Bennett, opposite her she could see her reflection on the two way mirror she’d been making faces at for the past hour.

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Sorry, but I'd rather marry Padraig. He’s a farmer, so I don't have to worry about his head getting ripped off in battle,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. “So… sorry?”

“So quick to assume,” he breathed out, voice rumbling slightly as he stepped closer. “Though, in her defense, she always was a rather private person.”

“I know what will convince you that I am your husband!” Ulysses exclaimed. “Do you remember our wedding day?”

“Of all you can see. All of Pirity. But there is a nasty rebellion out there, trying to take the land from me. They want to throw it into anarchy. That’s why we need you. To help me and my army to protect our land.” He said. It seemed to Amber like this was too much work. Too much

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

"Suern, what news have you brought? Are my loved one and I to be wed?"

Lori: "You know sis, sooner or later. The kingdom wants a prince to be born. I would not force you, if you don't want to. We have everything here and I want to share it with you."

“How will I be strong enough to fight against that?” Isaac asked. “How long will it take for all of this to happen?”

For eight years, my husband and I had built our life together, adding in children, buying homes, changing jobs, and moving across the country. Our marriage had been built off of a great friendship, and our love had always been strong, full of sacrifices for one another, great laughs, and plenty of grace. But all of that did not stop the question from escaping my lips that morning, “Are we going to make it?”

Leonard smiled, " I wear the necklace so, I am putting an end to the arranged marriage and you and I will be all this kingdom needs, no hired hands, or loopholes, I don't want this kingdom I want to be in your arms at night, wake beside you every morning and have you at my side in my daytime slumber, it does get rather lonely being half dead and wake with no one but yourself."

My father throws his head back and laughs and says, “Not for a long time, Florence. Though I already have your husband picked out for you.”