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The Princesses POV


"A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea."

In the second month of their secret courtship he had to go away to the neighboring kingdom to pick up a shipment of rare books he had order from a far away land.

She waited days and then weeks for him to return to her, willing that her mind never got the details of his face wrong.

Finally after a fortnight he was home. Burned by the sun and smelling of the sea but he was still the man she remembered.


Quote by Honore de Balzac.

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