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Chapter 15
“I should go and look for her.” Phillipe paced the same four steps over and over. “If you go and look for her now, you are going to push her into a corner, and you might lose her forever. Give her time.” “I have to agree with the small man, Your Highness. All of this is a lot for a young woman to take in. She needs time.” Phillipe sat down by the fire with them, grabbing a bottle of rum for the first time in weeks. “Are you sure you want to do that?” Beeswax raised an eyebrow, knowing how much Phillipe actually hated the taste. “Yes, just concern yourself with dinner, and I will concern myself with my rum.” Leaning back against a tree, he took a long drink from the bottle, then shivered. “Have you forgotten how bad it tastes?” Beeswax laughed at Phillipe when his breath caught in his
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