"We grew up in the slums and created an empire" Your fingers smoothed the soft skin of her cheek. "What makes you think you belong here?" She didn't shake, she didn't fear and she didn't try to resist your touch. Of everything that made her who she is, there was only one thing you could pin point that actually fitted your world perfectly. Something you shouldn't tell her. It was her eyes. They looked at you with such determination. Maybe even anger. The look of someone who should be respected. "I don't." The seriousness of her voice send adrenaline through your body. Such coldness it held. " But neither do you"
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