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"They turned my love into a weapon; now I am the warrior they feared, and their end will be swift and merciless." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE DOOR cracked open and Heath stepped in. Heath stared at her, taking in her features. Like the physician had said, she visibly looked tired and very worn out.
'I would have to ask her to reduce her workload or, better yet, employ an Aide. I am sure Brant would have a good and capable person to refer her to'.
"Are you going to come in? Come in, or will you stand there and stare at me like you have seen a ghost"
Heath was brought to his senses by Luella's voice. Flipping his worry to his usual playful demeanor.
"My empress, may I please hug you? I want to feel you in my arms. You, laying on that bed, not knowing when you would wake up, had me worried through the night"
