Saving Prince James: A James and Sofia Love Story

Set in an alternate universe, James is now 20 and usurped his father as king and conquered every kingdom to create an empire, but he has lived his years as a lonely king with only power and wealth to keep him company. When Cedric summons a banished Sofia, 18, to the castle to secretly save the kingdoms and James, something stirs in James's heart the moment he sees a grown and blossomed Sofia. Can a banished princess save the kingdoms and can a ruthless prince find his way into the heart of a princess he once lost?

Chapter 6: His Feelings, Her Plan and The Ball

James

James groggily woke up with his left arm draped over his eyes, mildly aware of a heavy weight on his upper arms and a warm body wrapped close to his. He could hear a girl's soft sleepy breathing and felt her slightly shift closer to him, pressing her cushioned chest against his side.

What? James thought to himself.

This wasn't the first time James woke up like this, with a mystery girl in bed with him. After Sofia and everyone were exiled from the castle, James had done his own type of conquests besides capturing the other kingdoms to create his empire and gratify that emptiness within him. During his later teenage years, James was rather promiscuous and had been with many women from and outside of Enchancia. Every time he managed to have a kingdom relinquish their ownership to him, he would celebrate with drinks and women, drunkenly bringing them to his bed and continuing that celebration into the night; it was always a different girl every night.

Yet none of his relationships did last for very long because not one of the young ladies could give him what he subconsciously wanted after their time in bed together. Even if they were willing to give him everything they had for him and tell him that they loved him, they were never enough to fill whatever need or desire he had inside of him. It wasn't until a little later in his young years did James understand what that need was. Companionship, love, someone to share himself with and have them understand every bit of him as he wants to understand them, but not one of the many girls he brought into his bed did. And because of that unsatisfied need, James hasn't been with a woman in over two years.

James peeked through the gap between his arm and head, and saw the dark early morning sky. Removing his arm from away from his eyes, James turned to his left and saw the top of a brunette head.

And as his morning vision cleared, he saw Sofia's sleeping face snuggle closer to him.

Sofia? James mentally exclaimed. What the hell?

One of Sofia's arms was beneath her cheek as the other lay sprawled across his chest and her left leg tangled itself around his lower thigh. His body immediately stiffened as his mind and eyes registered how close and intimately Sofia's body was entangled around his.

Oh, crap! What the hell happened last night? Shit, did I sleep with her?!

As James looked around himself, he saw that his and her clothes were still on and memories of last night returned to him. He remembered how Sofia woke him up from his nightmare and sat with him all night, talking and laughing about their times as kids. James's head fell back in relief, and yet, he found himself a little disappointed too.

Wait, what? Why am I disappointed? Sofia is my sister, so why would I be disappointed that we didn't do it? James thought as he looked back at Sofia's precious sleeping face, taking in her long lashes and plump looking lips. I mean, she's incredibly attractive and beautiful. Hell, she's sexy. So I don't think she would be half bad in be – Gah! Dammit, James! She. Is. Your. Sister!

Shaking his head, James tried to tare his gaze away from Sofia and stare out of his window, but feeling Sofia shift in his arm and scoot even closer than she already was, James couldn't help himself and returned to staring at Sofia.

James slowly pulled his arms around Sofia's shoulder and caressed his thumb over her bare skin, enjoying how its softness sent small shoots of electricity through his fingertips. He liked how warm her body felt, yet just cool enough to somehow soothe him in an odd way. Her body fitted so well – no perfectly – next to his body, like they were made in a pair and meant to be like this.

James's mind brought him back to the times when they all used to share a bed together as kids. Whenever there was a big storm outside, it was always Sofia who would run into his room and hide under his covers because he was always so protective of her. Amber would come in a few minutes later because she always hated being left out of anything. Their parents would always find them sleeping together on stormy nights, Sofia in the middle and holding onto James while Amber took up the entire right side of the bed.

But things are different now. Massively different.

Then, they were just kids and, whenever Sofia held onto him, she never had two ripe and developed cushions pressing into him, and telling him that she slept without any coverings underneath.

Listening to her smooth breathing, James mind calmed down and went about enjoying how nice it felt to simply lay there with her, embracing her body heat in the dark morning light and relaxing in the silence of the pala –

Shit! What if Baileywick or one of the staff comes in and sees her like this? This won't go over well with anyone. I mean, it's Sofia in my bed for crying out loud! James cried, dread filling his stomach. Looking over at his nightstand's clock to his right, he saw the arms pointing to only a few minutes half past four o'clock and small bits of relief filled him. Okay, it's just past four-thirty. The staff won't be up until five, so it only gives me about half an hour to wake her up and –

James stopped short, captivated by how close she was curled up next to him.

But I don't want to… James whined. I like this, just cuddling with her and – Dammit! James, you need to wake her up. You don't want everyone thinking you two did something together last night, right? But I hardly think anyone will think that. It is Sofia, the most innocent girl in all of Enchancia, And according to my track record, they'll all think I did something to her…. James mentally battled himself. Buuuttt… maybe just a few more min – James! Wake her up! Now!

Pulling himself onto his side, James gently patted Sofia's cheek to wake her up. "Sofia. Wake up."

"Mmm," he heard her mumble as her eyes began to flutter.

"Come on, Sofia," James said, patting her a little harder. "Wake up."

Watching as she stirred and her eyes slowly open, he smiled when he saw how blue her eyes were in the morning. It was incredible how lovely they appeared to be in the low morning light.

As her eyes were on his, his smile grew a little wider and quietly said, "hey."

Then her eyes became wide and she scrambled out of his arms, pulling the blanket with her to the far side of the bed. "James? Wha-what are you doing here?"

Laughing just a bit, James sat up and responded, "Well, this is my room."

"Your room?"

James nodded, "We both ended up falling asleep after talking nearly all night long."

"What?"

"Yeah," James said, not wanting to tell her that he could have simply carried her back to her room or woken her up when she did fall asleep on his shoulder, but that would have taken away his chance of having her sleeping in his arms. James wanted to wake up to her and have her beside him in the morning, even if he didn't remember it at first and kind of freaked out at the sight of her when he opened his eyes.

He heard her groan and run her hands through her hair. "Oh, yeah…. That's right," she sleepily sighed. "Sorry about freaking out on you like that."

"It's alright," he said as he drank in this sleepy, morning version of Sofia. Her eyelids were still clearly a bit heavy for her as she yawned and stretched. Her messy bed hair fell over her thin shoulders, some even fell into space between her breasts.

Gah! Keep it together James! Stop gawking at her! Remember, she needs to get back to her room before anyone sees her!

Clearing his throat, James said, "Sofia, I think it's best if you return to your room. It'd be bad if someone saw you here in my room this early in the morning. You just got back to the castle and I'm still the big, bad king, remember?"

"…Yeah," she said drowsily rubbing her eyes. "What time is it? Will any of the staff catch me outside?"

"It's just past four-thirty and the staff won't be up until five, so you're good for about thirty minutes."

"Alright then," she said, hopping off of the bed, "I'm just going to go before anyone sees me and thinks otherwise."

"'Kay," James said, watching her as she made her way towards the door.

And once the door was securely shut, he plopped back onto his pillow and just smiled to himself. Lying there, he couldn't help but feel like his room was now emptier without her there and his bed seemed less warm and inviting. James could still feel her in his arms, even though she just left him. It was as if his room and James was robbed of the one thing that made it whole.

Scanning his room, James saw that nothing had changed in his room. Everything was the same as it were just two days ago, yet he could feel within himself that now it felt empty without her in it. Even though he knew she had to leave, James found himself wanting to turn back the clock and have her back in his arms for just another few minutes.

I want her back here… James thought to himself as he sat back up, astonished by his revelation. I want her back here because… I want to wake up with her in my arms and have her only see me in the morning. I want to hear her voice and see her eyes first thing in the morning. I want to be the first thing she sees in the morning and the last thing she sees at night. Arraaggh! For the love of – she's my sister, but why do I find myself wanting to touch and kiss her. I just don't get it! Why do I feel this way?

Knowing that there is no point in just remaining in bed awake and frustrated, James got up to get ready as his mind continued to reel about Sofia and his bewildered feelings.

I mean, why was I even disappointed by the fact that nothing happened between us last night? I shouldn't be seeing her like that or even having these kinds of thoughts! Could it be because of the five years we had apart? But then, by that correlation, I should be feeling something for Amber. But I don't. Hell, we can't even be in the same room as each other. So, why do I get these weird feelings for only Sofia? She's my sister, but I have thoughts about her that a brother shouldn't have. What kind of brother am I?! Seriously, I like the way her skin feels against mine and how soft she is. I want to just keep her in my arms and kiss her until she's breathless. I know I don't want to take her to my bed but I do want to just have her there so she can fall asleep in my arms. What kind of brother has those kinds of thoughts?!

And as he finished dressing himself, last night's nightmare comes back to him.

And that nightmare…. I know what I felt was some kind of grief and shock at finding her dead in my arms, but it was a different kind and I just don't know how to describe it. It's the kind that I know isn't just my love for her as an older brother, but I just don't know what it is.

Sofia

Once she was back in her room and relieved that no one saw her leave James's room, Sofia fell back onto her old childhood bed and relived the events from late last night.

After dinner, Sofia was back in her room, satisfied at that last night ended without any screaming or yelling and no one was imprisoned or killed. James was calm and civil with Amber, despite how Amber refused to talk to him at all and Sofia had to force them into a conversation.

Around midnight or so, Sofia was returning back after fetching herself a glass of water from the kitchen when she walked past James's room and heard his screams.

"Aaahh!"

And without even thinking, she rushed into his room, "James?"

She didn't understand it but all she knew was that it somehow caused her this indescribable pain to hear his screams like that, she felt this horrible fear in the pit of her stomach to even think that he might be hurt in some way.

Her legs just took control and rushed her into his room to see if he was okay.

Inside, she was that James was thrashing around in the center of his bed, in the middle of some horrific nightmare. His blankets and pillows were thrown everywhere and sweat covered his entire face and made his clothes cling to his body.

Climbing onto his massive bed, she sat beside him and tried to shake him awake. "James, James. You're having a nightmare."

But it was like the nightmare held onto him tightly and refused to release him from its clutches.

"No…. Sof, I'm so sorry…. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…."

Sofia was taken aback by hearing her name coming from his mouth. Even though Baileywick did tell her that he has been saying her name at night, it still stunned her to the point where she froze in her spot on his bed.

It just didn't make sense to her, why her name? What significance did she have to him?

And yet, it made her feel special. That somehow hearing her name being uttered from him with her own ears clarified and solidified what James called her, his light.

For a while, she tried to wake him but James just continued to cry out in his nightmare and her name was said again and again. She shook him and even slapped him hard, trying to break whatever spell his nightmare had on him.

Then, with a firm and final smack to his face, James eyes opened and he immediately sat up. Sofia could hear his quick, ragged breathing as he hung his head in his hands. She was right there next to him, but it was like he did see or notice her at all; he was still caught in that nightmare world.

It wasn't until she said his name aloud did she see the real fear etched all over his face, sweat and terror clung to him as he whipped his head to face her. Looking at her, it seemed like he couldn't believe that it was her and that she was in his room.

And, suddenly, she was in his arms.

She could feel the sweat on him and how much he was trembling. In her ear, Sofia heard James just repeating how he was so sure that she was dead and, for some reason, she has this inkling that he somehow blames himself for it. His tone and how he held onto her made her think that maybe she was dead in his nightmare and he thinks it was his fault.

James just refused to let her go and held onto her throughout the entire night. It was like he needed to feel her there or he would spiral back into the depths of his nightmare again, like she was his life raft.

Sofia was speechless in seeing this side of James; it was nothing like how he was when they had their conversation earlier in the morning. That James somehow had an edge of control on himself, but this James now, it seemed as if he was hanging on by just a thread and she was holding the scissors.

His face was pale white and everywhere on him, he had sweat clinging to him. And the whole time she was in his arms, she just continued to whisper encouraging and loving words to calm him down which only made him tighten his arms around her even more.

And despite herself, Sofia liked it. Being so close to him in his arms, she felt how warm he was. Even now, Sofia could still feel James's warmth and musky scent. It baffled her at how much she enjoyed the feeling of James's arms around her. As if somewhere inside of her, it was being pulled by the safety it felt from James's strong arms, a different type of safety than the one she feels when she's with Amber or her mom.

I liked it… Sofia thought. I don't get it, but I liked being in his arms.

And waking up in his arms….

Sofia remembered how wonderful it felt to see him and being in his arms as she woke up. It surprised her at how pleasant it felt being in his warm embrace, and she found herself just drawn to it and not wanting to leave or even wake up. She didn't even realized how warm and kind they were when she opened her eyes and found them on her.

Sofia could hear his heart when he held her so close to his chest and the fast beating still rang in her ears as she laid there on her bed in the early morning.

Sofia enjoyed how much they have talked over the past day. From the long hours they talked and laughed in the library to reminiscing until dawn in his room, it was all pure bliss to her and it was clear to Sofia that it was the same for James.

She saw how not once did he go ballistic or suddenly become overcome with fury and anger. It surprised her at how well and contented he appeared throughout the day after their conversation. He laughed, smiled, and talked like the old James she once knew….

And then it hit her.

Oh my gosh! Sofia immediately sat up and smiled wide to herself. The past was what kept him calm and sane!

Without hesitation, Sofia ran to Amber's room to tell her new plan to save James.

And barging through her sister's doors, Sofia saw Amber promptly sit up at the loud sound of her doors banging open and Sofia's sudden jumping on her bed.

"Amber! Amber!" Sofia whispered as quietly as she could, though she was still loud enough to cause Amber to wake with a start.

"What?" she asked crankily, rubbing her eyes. "What, Sofia?"

"I figured it out! I figured it out!" Sofia rushed, overcome with too much excitement. "Aaah! I figured it out! I think I know a way to save James! I-I-I don't know if it's a solid method to saving him, but I think I can do it. I mean, it's just like walking down memory lane and that's what can trigger –"

"Woah, Woah, Sofia," Amber said, looking at her now. "Slow down. Take a deep breath and tell me everything slowly."

"Oh, right." Sofia said, exhaling and inhaling a breath with a sheepish smile. "So, I think I found a way to save James or, at least, a way to keep him calm enough to find another way to save him."

"Really?" Amber excitedly said, sitting straighter and clearly awake now. "Wait, how did this even come about?"

"Well," Sofia said, "I was… um…." She didn't understand why she was a bit embarrassed to talk about how she was thinking about James and how she felt about being in his arms earlier in her room.

I don't want to tell her that I was in his room all night and that we ended up sleeping in the same bed together, Sofia thought. But, we used to do that as kids. So… why don't I want to tell her? I know I don't want to tell her how I liked being in his arms, but why can't I tell her that I spent the night there? I don't get it. Is it because I'm embarrassed to say that I liked waking up to him?

"What?" Amber said impatiently.

"I was thinking over my and James's conversations over the past day, and I realized that James was calm and like his old self whenever we were talking about all of our good times together as kids," Sofia said, thinking quick on the spot. "So I figured that if we kept reminiscing about our old times together, then maybe that can somehow save him or something."

"So, good memories keeps him sane? How are you going to go about it?"

"I haven't thought it all the way through yet, but what do you think about my theory though?" Sofia asked nervously.

"I think it's a good one. Hell, I think that might really work," Amber said supportively, "but I need to know about how it's going to be done though."

"I know," Sofia said, running her hands though her long brunette hair. "I was just thinking that we spend more time with him and, you know, talk about the good 'ol days."

"Ah, one problem with that," Amber said with an arched eye brow. "I can't stand him anymore. Not after everything he's done."

"I know," Sofia said softly, "I realized that at dinner the other night. I can see that you two can't be in the same room or else both of you will explode."

"I'm sorry, Sofia. I really want to support you in every way possible, but when it comes to James and I, things just don't work out as they used to."

"Don't worry, Amber. I get it," Sofia said, smiling and taking her older sister's hands into her own. "That's why I think maybe it's best if I do most of the reminiscing with James and you just support me like you already do. You know, help brainstorm with me. And when you are ready, just come on over. Okay?"

"Thanks, Sofia." Amber smiled. "Have you thought of any conditions to give to James?

"Not much, just a couple. You?"

Amber smiled slyly, "only one."

Knowing her smile, Sofia looked at her older sister with suspicion. "Amber…"

"A ball!"

"A ball?"

"Yes! You know, as a 'Welcome Back', 'Here we are!' ball. It's a perfect way to reintroduce us back into society and maybe you and I can find princely suitors!"

"Suitors? What for?"

Suitors was always your thing, Sofia thought. For so long, Sofia was fine with just letting her sister glow in the limelight and adoration of all of the men. She was happy with just being in the background because Sofia was never comfortable with all of the flirtation from the guys. And because of her shy and quiet personality, she just let Amber have all of the male affection back at the estate.

And, when they were younger, not many guys were able to get through James's overprotection. They always ran away from her whenever James was nearby, not many of them were able to withstand his glare. So because she spent most of her time with only friends, Sofia didn't have time to get used to the flirtation and admiration of the male population.

"Sofia, you have to think about it. We might be spending a long time here. And if or when we're done with this whole mission of ours, we might have to leave the castle and return back home. So I was hoping that before we do, we can somehow scan our prospects here and find love."

"Love?"

"Yeah," Amber said seriously, squeezing Sofia's hands. "Sofia, I don't know how long we're going to be here and I don't want to waste it just waiting here until we're done to find love. I don't want to put everything on hold just so James can be saved. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't see anything bad about what we're doing. It's just, I want to find love while we're still young, you know?"

I can see your point, Sofia thought. But, I'm so bad at that kind of thing and you know it.

"I don't know, Amber…." Sofia said nervously.

"Okay, okay. I get it. It's your shyness and bad flirting skills, isn't it?" Amber said with a joking smile.

"Hey!"

Laughing, Amber placed an arm around Sofia. "How about I do this? I invite all of our old friends from Royal Prep to the 'Welcome Back' ball and make it like a mini reunion? Is that better? I mean, you're flirting skills can't be that bad with old friends can it?"

Looking at her sister, Sofia knew that Amber wouldn't give this up until she got her "Welcome Back" ball and snagged them both potential suitors. She remembered how most of the boys back at the estate were either too old or young for Amber's taste, and so she just rejected all of their marriage proposals.

And with a sigh, Sofia said, "I guess that's better than strangers flirting with me."

"Good," Amber said warmly, "and don't worry, I'll train you in the art of flirting." Her eyes wandered over to her nightstand's clock. "Oh! It's so early in the morning, do you think the seamstress will be up right about now?"

Watching as Amber got out of bed and ran over to her closet, clearly trying to lighten the mood and change the subject, Sofia just followed and asked, "I think so, James told me that all of the staff are up around five o'clock and it's only ten minutes past five."

"Oh, good. We need new dresses for the ball and to wear around the castle because all of these are too small for us," Amber said as she tossed out nearly all of her unused junior dresses. "Ugh! What kind of fashion sense did I have back then?"

Laughing to herself, Sofia borrowed one of Amber's robes to wrap around herself before anyone arrived inside and saw a glimpse of Sofia in her revealing nightgown. After Amber emptied out her closet and finding herself a robe, she took Sofia's hand and ran to the seamstress's office without any hesitation.

James

James was only wondering the hallway aimlessly as he tried to waste time until breakfast, trying to clear his head from the confusion and frustration that ensued on him earlier this morning. He tried every possible explanation in order to understand why he feels this way towards his younger sister, but nothing was valid enough for him to grasp which only caused him to feel even more frustrated and annoyed.

While his mind was still confused over his feelings for Sofia, James almost didn't hear the giggles and laughter that came from the room he just past in the downstairs hallway.

Walking backwards, he peeked into the room he just passed and noticed that it was filled with fabric of all kinds. A rainbow of ribbon and lace neatly decorated one side of the room while another had what appeared to be a hundred measuring tapes hanging all over the wall and headless mannequins of all shapes and sizes were lined orderly beside the several dressing rooms in the back of the room.

Oh, the seamstress's room, James thought as he stayed near the shadowy doorway and continued to survey the room. Ah, that's right. I had her moved to another room on this floor. I can't remember why though. Well, at least this room is bigger than her previous one.

Loud giggling snapped him out of his thoughts, and turning towards the source, he saw Amber emerge from one of the dressing room in a bright orange unfinished gown. She had on only one sleeve and some of her ruffles hung loose from the gown.

"Pastel green really is more of my color, huh?" Amber said over her shoulder as she stepped onto the center of dais in front of the three way mirror and started to twirl, causing the ribbons to loosen even more from her dress.

"That is what I said princess," said Madame Collette in her heavy French accent.

"Oh, I should have never doubted you Madame Collette," Amber said, turning around to face the elderly designer.

"You would have anyway, Amber," James heard Sofia's voice coming through one of the dressing room.

And James was stunned silent by what he saw.

She emerged in what appeared to be a finished modest silvery pink gown. His heart beat faster as she walked up next to Amber on the dais and let the lights above the mirrors glow all over her, making her dress shimmer. Even though this dress showed less skin than the one from yesterday, it made her look like living perfection. James liked the two colors on her well, the light pink and the dark silver gave her this soft innocence but with an air of mystery.

"Psh! No I wouldn't." Amber responded lightly before turning around towards Madame Collette, "Oh, Madame Collette, you don't know how happy I am to see that you're still here. My life was utter misery without you and you're dresses back at the country estate."

"There, there, princess." Madame Collette said sweetly, patting Amber's back. "I do not think it could be that bad."

"I had to make my own dresses!" James's twin exclaimed, her eyes watery with exaggerated tears.

Jams couldn't help but roll his eyes at his sister. Apparently, she's still as dramatic as ever.

His eyes wandered back to Sofia, who was looking at herself in the mirror, and a small smile broke onto his lips. Sofia looked in the mirror as if she didn't see the beauty in herself. It was like she was still blind to her own beauty and how much she enchants everyone around her. For as long as he's known her, Sofia only looked at her clothes for the practicality of it. Never for how well it looked on her or how wonderful it made her look. And apparently, she still doesn't know how beautiful she is just yet. Modest as ever, aren't you.

And then, without even thinking, his lips moved on their own.

"You should wear that dress," he said aloud.

Cursing himself, James knew it was too late to remain in the shadows of the doorway and he stepped out and shyly smiled at Sofia. All three heads moved and turned towards him, everyone stopping in their tracks and froze at the sight of him.

After a moment, Amber wiped her eyes and glared at him with her cold eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Amber…" he heard Sofia whisper harshly.

"I was walking by when I saw you two," James said, trying his best to control is irritation with Amber and not wanting to start a fight with Amber in front of Sofia. "Why are you guys in here anyway?"

"Well, we didn't plan on staying here so we didn't bring any extra dresses and our old ones are too small for us now," Amber replied coldly.

"Oh," was all James could say.

"And we need one for the ball I want to plan for," she said.

"The ball?" both Sofia and James said at the same time.

"Yes," Amber said with her head held high and her shoulder's straight. "I want to reintroduce Sofia and I back into Enchancia's courts, and the only way to do that is to hold a ball for us."

"Really?" James asked.

"Yes, really. That is one of my conditions and Sofia agreed to it."

"Really?" James asked again and looking at Sofia, he only saw her shrug with an apologetic but amused smile. Returning back to Amber, he said, "well, okay then. I guess you'll be planning a ball then Amber."

"Good," she said as she turned on her heel and returned to her dressing room. "I'll send you the details to approve later."

Probably noticing his raised eyebrows as he turned back to her, Sofia simply laughed as she got down from the dais and walked towards him. "Don't ask. It's a long story."

Enjoying the sound of her laugh, James just smiled back at the beauty before him. "I can guess so."

"Princess Sofia, what would you like me to do with your nightgown and belongings?" called Madame Collette.

"Oh, excuse me a moment James," she said before leaving his side.

James just watched her as she walked away, enjoying how pretty she looked. Sofia had her hair tastefully braided into a loose fishtail and she had practically no make-up on, looking natural and fresh. And even though that dress was modest and simple, with no extra lace or frills, it made her look so sexy in his eyes. His eyes just followed her as she moved around the room, walking from one dressing room to another, liking how voluptuous she looked.

Gah! Dammit James! Get it together! Don't think like that!

"Sorry about that," Sofia said as she arrived back. "Would you like to go and get breakfast with me? Amber said it's okay for us to eat first."

Mentally shaking himself, James stuttered, "ah… um… alright."

Sofia just smiled at him and looped her arm with his as they made their way to the dining room. She was so close to him that he could feel her body heat again, just like when he woke up to her snuggled up next to him. It would have made him happy and giddy if it weren't for the fact that he mentally chided himself for thinking that she looked sexy in her dress. The entire way, James tried to keep a check on himself but gave up and simply enjoyed their time together alone.

I'll figure it out later. For now, I'm just going to enjoy this morning together with her.


Chapter six! Woo!

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