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“You remind me a lot of her,” Tim finally said. “Of who?” “My sister, Rachel.” “I do?” “Yes. She was quite outspoken and a bit of a tomboy, too.” “I’m a tomboy, huh?” “Well, I mean… you… uh,” Tim fumbled. Rhiannon’s body convulsed with laughter. “It’s okay, Tim. I know I’m a bit rough. But after meeting my family,” she rolled over onto her back and waved an arm to encompass the palace. “You can see it’s not my fault.” Tim smiled. “You have a point, milady,” he said and then went on. “She was very beautiful too. Not dark like you, but she had the most brilliant red hair that hung to her hips, and her skin was like cream.” Tim swiped at an inquisitive bee buzzing around his head. “You and Rachel do not look alike, but your personalities are much the same.” “Well, then, I’m very priv