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She looked up at the sound of a twig breaking and was astonished when she looked into eyes so much like Chance’s that for a moment she almost ran to him

Walking towards her was a man who could have passed as Chance’s twin—except he had just a bit e than Chance

His father, she knew immediately; it could only be his father What would he think? What would he say? Would he hate her on sight because she was a Fae?

“Goodto ye, Princess Royce,” he said with an inclination of his head as he caan”

She smiled warmly, so relieved to see a welcome in his eyes “However did you know my name?”

“How could I not? ’Tis allCook just what she must prepare for ye”

Her lashes lowered with a shy pleasure she could not explain, and Morgan LeBlanc laughed out loud “Aye, I see it, lass—aye that I do”

“See it?” she asked in some puzzlement

“Don’t be backwards in this,” he cautioned “This is yer tihed and added, “I’ll tell ye soht a woman into our home before Ye be the first Ye will do well to remember that”

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p; “Oh … that is because I was injured in battle …” she started to explain

He barked out a short, gruff laugh “Blind, are ye? Very well So be it”

“What are you saying, sir?”

“Doona ye know?” He shook his handsoh “It won’t be easy—he isn’t a pliable man, but … you’ll do”