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“What’s this?” He s I made

“Valerian tea with a bit of mint I prefer it loose leaf”

His lips curve a little as he reaches for the ers “What will it do for me?” He quirks one brow

“It willto his chest, and I smile “It should sort you out a bit,” I tell him softly “Valerian, if you note the name, works a wee bit like the other”

I don’t want to say Valiu for him

Understanding passes over his face, and his blue eyes flare a bit in reaction “Thank you”

“Have you ever used a tea straw?”

He shakes his head, and I lean up to kiss his dimple “Want to come into the den with me?”

While I was steeping the tea, he pulled on a pair of soft-looking plaid pants and a long-sleeved gray T-shirt He looks a bit better just now, I think A bit tired-eyed and still a bit pale, but less pained, I believe

He follows h the drawer in a s out a faded Little Mer hands and unfold it for hi it open so he can read

To Prince Declan

from Finley the princess

The corners of his lips twitch as he reads it His eyes move to my face

“I wrote it the year after When I was eight Don’t knohy it survived these years, but I found it somewhat recently near the back of a cabinet”

He takes it fro down at it When he looks back up, his eyes are clearer “I thought about you, too Used to ask my dad about you”