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      His lips curl as he looks over the papers
      crowding the table to see her in his solar.

                        “Come to see your father, have you?”

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                    Her lashes fan her cheek as she dips
                  her head in a silent acknowledgement.
                  The door remains ever so slightly ajar.

                            “It’s Sweetrobin, father. He is–
                   unwilling to be calmed and has yet to
                   take a meal. Master Colemon believes
                   to send him to bed.”