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She tossed and turned in the fine linen sheets, sweat beading on her pale skin from the agitation that heated her body with flames, almost as if to burn away all her guilt, all the choices that had led the man of her life to the gallows. What could she have done to save him? Damn love. The sun was beginning to dawn on a sleepless night, the window let through a few shafts of light that warmed her tired face. > > She widened her eyes at those words and at the prince's voice that, so mean, she had never heard. She ran out of bed and onto his balcony. What could she do to help him live? How could she demand the salvation of one who, for all intents and purposes, had not wanted hers? Tears of love had been streaming down her face for days now, hidden, embarrassing and inappropri
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