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“You have princess hair," he said, pressing his lips against the strands. The word "reverent" popped into my head, but I pushed it away. "I'm no princess." If I was anything, I was the scrappy orphan, making my way in the world with only my wits. He gave me a slow, wicked smile. "Then why do I want to kneel for you?” — Sarah Chamberlain
You have princess hair," he said, pressing his lips against the strands.
The word "reverent" popped into my head, but I pushed it away. "I'm no princess." If I was anything, I was the scrappy orphan, making my way in the world with only my wits.
He gave me a slow, wicked smile. "Then why do I want to kneel for you?