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scars like the number of stars



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She had hoped things would look better after a bath and after he cleaned up.

Just because seeing those scars made her stomach turn on itself.

They don’t. He looks better, and that hair of his looks soft and golden in the sunlight, but his bleeding scars are still open and the only one that looks only barely healed is the burn on his right hand.

The one he killed the Mad King with.

She swallows as the guard leaves him in her room, his wrists still chained.

What am I, your prisoner?

She wishes he was.

No, my soulmate.



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