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     her cheeks flush a deep red before she realizes heâs joking. or at least, she thinks heâs jesting with her. she gives a laugh, taking more of a liking to the prince than she did even before she knew him. âthatâs quite unnecessary, your highness. i know heâll be a good father. âas will you, my prince.â
   at the idea of his future children, pollux is immediately distracted. a dumb grin grows on his face. â i should hope so, â he says. â itâs always been a dream of mine to be a father. still, i hope they take after their mother more. i wasnât the easiest to rear. do you hope your child takes after you ?? â











