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Your Grace
Ziva’s jaw dropped when they drove in to the Royal Castle of Leap. Besides being massive, the castle was nothing like the old traditional brick stones with huge courtyards and marching soldiers she imagined but it had golden features, beautiful meticulous gardens with amazing water features. Ziva strongly objected when Prince Richard opened her door and attempted to carry her. The last thing she wanted was to look like a damsel in distress to his family and anyone else for that matter. “No one will think less of you, everyone here knows that you just came out of ICU,” Prince Richard explained looking lovingly at her. “Who is everyone?” Ziva asked starting to get nervous. He did not have to respond, her jaw dropped again. In an insanely uniformed straight lines, the royal steward and hu
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