She’d seek for one to hold her face and hope for their support of grace. She needed help with all she was and how to keep it without love. The hope was that a one would know how if they helped she would soon grow into a woman past compare who’d wield such magic with her heir. Something special hid in wait beneath the trauma they might sate. A hug and smile from one who left was all she’d need to find her health.
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