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His grip on her throat was getting tighter now, and Lydia dug her fingers into his hand, trying to pry it away so she’d have the space to breathe. “Please,” She begged. “I– I can still help you.”

“I don’t see how.” The Prince scoffed, “if anything you being close to me is weakening public sympathy
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