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She was murdered by rebels.’ He took in her unconcealed look of shock. ‘So there you go. Something for you to celebrate.’ Magnus turned away from her, ready to find solace in his chambers, but the princess grabbed his arm to stop him. He sent a dark look at her over his shoulder. ‘I would never celebrate death, no matter whose it is,’ she said, her gaze filled with anger and something else. Something that looked vaguely like sympathy. ‘Come now, I’m sure you wouldn’t mourn any Damora.’ ‘I know very well what it’s like to lose a parent in a tragic way.’ ‘Oh, yes, we have so much in common. Maybe we should get married.
