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His eyes took on the gentlest light. "Alright, I will not. But, you understand my message right?"

"The only t-thing I understand is that you're touching me willingly. And you're h-hunching in front of me with a d-dirty scarred part of me in your kingly hands. And you're sending me away."

"No part of you is dirty, Vetta. Not to me." Done with her legs, he let them go.

She wiped her tears, staring at her ugly legs. "I can't be Anarieveta ever again. Cone made sure of that. You don't know half of the things I've done, My King. Or what it's like, leaving in a head like mine."

"I have a good idea, because I know what it's like leaving in a head like mine. You can always be Anarieveta again, you know why? The things you did do not define you." He took her hand and placed it on her chest, "What defines you is your here. Your heart d