See I’m no king, I wear no crown. I hope to learn as time goes by…that I should trust what’s deep inside…burning bright, oh burning bright…my sensible heart
Her hand slid beneath her cloak and found Needle in its sheath. She tightened her fingers around the grip, squeezing as hard as she had ever squeezed anything. Please, gods, keep him safe, she prayed. Don’t let them hurt my father.
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