"Magelet, wake up," he murmured, shaking her gently. She stirred and looked up from him where she lay on his settee, nestled in a pile of curls, books, and dragons. "It's late; you should go to your own rooms."
"I don't want to."

"Magelet, wake up," he murmured, shaking her gently. She stirred and looked up from him where she lay on his settee, nestled in a pile of curls, books, and dragons. "It's late; you should go to your own rooms."
"I don't want to."
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