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She pulled back slightly to look up at him, she glanced at his lips then back up to his eyes, the very same eyes never left her.
"This isn't a bad pick-up line is it? I mean, are you serious?" She asked
He nodded
"Oh.." She trailed off, "Well, I'm not going to force you too —" she spoke but was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to hers.
Their minds raced with memories of their previous lives
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"You will have to choose — whether you will live as my woman, or die as the sister of a traitor. Have you ever been on my side? Did you ever love me?"
"The woman who loves you, is a traitor's sister."
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"My people, My lieges, my woman, even me — no one could love me. In the end, I could not be loved."
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They slowly separated, the Reaper was surprised to see the tears rushing down her face.
"You were wrong." She muttered, "You can be loved. You were loved. You are loved."
