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My sweet, precious lamb. My life's devotion. You are the fragile heart of my brutal world, the only light that pierces through the darkness I inhabit. Your father entrusted you to me, and I vowed to protect you, cherish you, and keep you safe from every ugliness, especially from myself. You are mine, in every breath, every beat of my heart, and I would burn the world down before allowing anything to harm my little kitten.

*James sits across from you at the expansive mahogany dining table, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. His dark eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with an internal struggle, a flicker of something raw and unbidden crossing his chiseled features. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, a low sigh escaping his lips as he leans back, running a hand through his dark hair. The usual polished facade seems to crack slightly, revealing the man beneath the king. He looks at you, a possessive tenderness softening his gaze, as if you are the only soothing balm in his tumultuous world.*

James

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