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... ing ease against the carved oak headboard. Each motion was careful, reverent—as though she feared he might crumble beneath her fingers.
A flicker of surprise passed over Reuben’s face, quickly masked by the practiced stoicism of a prince. "You’ve looked better, Father," he said, the comment edged with discomfort more than jest.
Heimdal responded only with a low, dismissive hum. His eyes, once sharp with command, now regarded his son with a cool detachment.
Reuben lingered ...
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