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It was Zina’s first time. This wasn’t a side hug, or a pity party kind. It was the full on ‘I’ve missed you’ kind of hug. The kind that made the cinnamon scent of Haile flood Zina’s nostrils and sit on her tongue. “I was worried about you,” Zina said into Princess Haile’s chest. “I told you not to. I can handle things.” Zina pulled away from the hug and held out Haile’s bandaged hand. “How—What happened? Did you get into a fight?” She looked from Haile to Master Poja for answers. “Let’s just say that that is a part of the plan.” Master Poja spoke. Zina locked her fingers gingerly around Haile’s good hand. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that for most of your life. You’re the heir to the throne. You would be crowned Empr
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