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Chapter Thrity Five - The Morning After
Liam was determined that there should be no awkwardness between them at breakfast. If he noticed that her cheeks were more pink than usual, he didn’t comment, he only reached for his daughter as usual. “Did you sleep well, madam?” He asked, as though Willow hadn’t spent half the night in his own bed, definitely not sleeping. Willow, however wasn’t a shy and fainting flower. She sat herself down and looked him boldly in the eye as she took up her usual cup of fresh milk. “My sleep was somehow disturbed, your grace.” She said flatly, with devilish sparks of good humor dancing around in her dark eyes. He fell into her eyes for a moment, still memorized by the way they seemed to change between very dark blue and very dark brown, at times seeming almost entirely black. “That’s a shame,
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