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The princess stood silently, shoulders draped in thick red fur trembling softly as she fought to keep her composure. Liam had come back, back where he belonged, and his presence had come at a difficult time. Charlotte did not want to believe that something like this could happen to her mother, and she could not stand to see the way that her father was crumbling, falling apart and aging by the minute. She lifted one pale hand to her face, stifling the small sob that threatened to escape when her mother spoke. Mama... She wanted to open her mouth, to whine and protest, but she knew it would do no good.
The girl stiffened, feeling her father enter the room before she turned her face to look at him, tears in her ocean eyes. She watched as he padded to the bed, his massive secui form joining his mate's on the bed, curling around her while leaving room for Liam to stay where he was. The dog King had come to realize that all of his son's herbs could do nothing to prevent what was happening within his lover's body. He nuzzled into the fur of her neck, breathing in her scent, still her, even under the smell of illness. "I love you," he whispered softly, so quietly that those gathered around would not hear. Those words, laced with tenderness and fear and pain and love, were for her alone.
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