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100 Ways to Say I Love You (in 100 Words or Less)

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"Are you angry with me for lying to you?" Esther peeked up at him nervously.

King Xerxes regarded his wife in silence for a moment, then he sighed, "I wish you had just told me the truth, but I understand why you did not."

He reached out and pulled her close to him, "You must have been so frightened."

Her arms twined around his neck and she smiled,"I'm not frightened anymore."

A slow smile spread across his face as he bent to kiss her tenderly.

"I love you Esther, Hadassah, my star."

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"Happy anniversary, Bella," Edward handed her a wrapped package. Bella eyed it suspiciously for a second as if it might explode, then she jerked the paper off.

It was a photo album. The first picture was Edward and Bella at the prom. Then the pictures progressed through their wedding, Renesmee as tiny baby, the family, Nessie and Jake, Edward and Bella, Renesmee and Charlie. It was almost like a still motion movie of their lives.

Even though her memory was perfect now, Bella still adored the album.

"It's perfect" she grinned at Edward, "Almost as perfect as its giver."


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She still couldn't look him in the eye. It was Helen's first night back in Sparta.

All through the weeks of the voyage from Troy, she hadn't been able to make eye contact with her husband, afraid of what she would see in his eyes.

She sat on the edge of their bed and he stood before her.

"Menelaus I-" she began to weep.

In an instant, Menelaus knelt and took her hands in his own, "After all these years, after everything you did, it still kills me to see you cry"

He tenderly stroked her cheek,"My Helen, always."

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Sam's brow wrinkled in confusion as he looked at the package in his hand, "Why are you giving me a present?"

Emily's eyes twinkled as she shook her head, "Read the tag before you open it."

"This is just a model. Real version coming soon" He unwrapped the present to find a baby doll.

He stared at it, then raised shocked eyes to his wife, who placed a hand on her stomach, "Congratulations, Daddy."

Sam rose to embrace his wife, "Em, this is great." He laughed in delight.

Emily kissed him lightly.

"Come on, let's go tell the pack"

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Everyone thinks that the gods regret nothing, that they aren't even capable of feeling regret.

This is not true. Poseidon regretted how he had treated Medusa. He remembered the beautiful girl with the sweet smile and the laughing eyes. He had truly loved her... and yet when Athena cursed her he had abandoned her. He had looked at her in disgust and cast her aside.

He could still hear her sobbing as he turned away from her.

Athena may have transformed Medusa, but it was Poseidon who had turned her into a monster.

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Kyle gazed down at the tiny baby in his arms, a look on his face he would have made fun of if anyone else wore it. Sunny watched them from a hospital cot, extremely tired but very happy.

"I think we should name her Jodi."

Kyle was silent for a moment, then he smiled rather sadly, "Alright, but her middle name should be something from your life."

Sunny smiled,"How about Crystal? You know like ice. Jodi Crystal O'Shea."

Kyle rose and placed their daughter in Sunny's arms. He smiled down at them, "My girls."

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As soon as she stepped off the ship, Anaxandra was ambushed by a ball of yellow fur.

She scooped up the puppy and buried her face in its fur.


"I think she missed you."

Anaxandra couldn't stop the wild grin that spread across her face at his voice. "Euneus!" she flung herself at him.

He caught her, laughing, "You realize you just did the exact same thing to me that the puppy did to you, right?"

She scowled, "Oh, just be quiet and kiss me."

Her face turned bright red as she realized what she had said.

He obeyed.

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He was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes in her new body, his face, smiling down at her, welcoming her home.

Their hosts had loved each other and it was natural that they would fall in love too.

He was beside her every step of the way, guiding her, helping her to find her way on this strange, wild, emotional planet.

Then, later, when their baby was born and she had wanted to keep him human he had agreed, supported her, loved their human child as much as she did.

He was truly her soulmate.

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She had hated him at first. He had kidnapped her, stolen her away from the sun, and the birds, and the flowers. And yet…. He had been kind to her, tried to make her happy.

And slowly her feelings for him changed. She went from dreading her return to the Underworld every year, to welcoming it. Oh, she still missed the sun, yet she found that while she played in her sunlit meadows she missed him.

Now when she returned to the Underworld every year Persephone ran to him and when he held her she felt content. She loved him.

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Bree thought she could never be happy again after losing Diego. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

And then she met Seth Clearwater. How to describe Seth?

Seth, with his sweet smile and his open heart.

Seth, who had imprinted on her.

Seth, who didn't care that she was a vampire and he was a werewolf.

Seth, who made her laugh when she thought that she would never be happy again.

Goofy, silly, sweet, funny, annoying, hyper, excitable, kind, gentle Seth.

Seth, who she just might be falling in love with.

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"You know marrying me puts you in infinite danger, right?" Thomas turned worried eyes on his fiancé.

Melina rolled her eyes, "I know, Thomas, but I don't care."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, "Stop worrying."

His arms slid around her.

"I can't help it, they'll kill you if they find us."

"They'll kill you too."

Thomas shook his head, "That doesn't matter, I'm only concerned about you"

She looked at him seriously, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Thomas Tod, and I'm not giving you up just because of a little danger"

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He had felt nothing but grief and longing for hundreds of years. Didyme, his Didyme was gone, dead, lost to him forever. Marcus might as well have been dead himself. Oh, he might walk around and talk, but inside he was dead. The perfect vampire stereotype, perhaps.

Though hundreds of years had passed since her death, his grief every day was as deep as the night she had died.

She had been so vibrant and full of life, always with a smile upon her face. Now she was gone, and she had taken his heart and his light with him.

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Are you going to tell me why you're acting so strangely, now?" Wanda was very confused; on the last raid Ian had gotten Sunny to get him a mysterious package that he wouldn't show her.

He got down on one knee and took something out of his pocket.

"Wanderer, I love you more than anyone else in the universe, will you marry me?"

Tears began to stream down Wanda's face as she looked down at the beautiful ring in his hand. She could only manage to get one word out.


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Theseus had left her. She couldn't believe it. He had just abandoned her on this island.

"Why are you crying?" She looked up, startled at the voice, and gasped quietly. A handsome man stood before her.

"He- he left me," she stuttered. The man knelt beside her and took her hands in his own.

"I cannot imagine how anyone could leave a girl as beautiful as you." He gently pushed a lock of hair from her face.

"What is your name, my pretty one?"


"A lovely name," he smiled,

"I am Dionysus."

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"Mama, I had a funny dream last night," Hannah announced as they ate breakfast.

"What was it about, honey?" her mother asked with a smile.

"There was a man; he had long blonde hair in a ponytail and brown eyes. Oh, and he was a vampire." she added casually.

"Oh my, a vampire? Was it a scary dream?"

"Nope, he was nice vampire, he made me feel real happy when I saw him."

Hannah's mother shook her head, very confused. "Alright, honey."

Hannah smiled and took a bite of her cereal, thinking about her vampire.

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"Andromache, this is your betrothed, Prince Hector of Troy."

Princess Andromache bit her lip as she looked up at the huge man. I am supposed to marry him? She thought, He looks like a bear!

Hector smiled at her, "My lady."

He took her hands in his, "I hope you will be happy with me."

A shy smile crossed her face. He gently took her in his arms.

"Andromache," his voice was filled with tenderness.

She sighed quietly, laying her head on his shoulder. Maybe she would like been married to him after all.

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Rephaim frowned, puzzled, "Stevie Rae, this text message you sent me earlier, what does it mean?"

He showed her the screen.

I <3 you

She giggled, "It's supposed to look like a heart; t means I love you. It's texting language, like lol and g2g, or ily, that means I love you too."

Rephaim shook his head, "I do not understand the modern world."

Stevie Rae kissed him on the cheek, "Don't worry, you'll learn."

A few minutes later Stevie Rae felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She clicked on the text message.

I <3 you more.

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"I don't understand how you can love me; I'm a monster!"

He shook his head and took her hand. "You aren't a monster, Euryale, you are a beautiful, smart woman; how could I not love you?"

"I have snakes for hair."

He smiled and shrugged, "Maybe I like snakes."

She frowned at him, "I turn people to stone."

"That isn't your fault."

He put his arms around her and kissed her, "Just give it up Euryale, you aren't getting rid of me that easily."

She sighed and kissed him back.

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Mary gently placed one hand on her stomach.

"I am so afraid" she confessed to her husband,"I do not understand why God would choose me to carry this miracle, I am just an ordinary girl, just Mary; I am nothing special."

Joseph put his arm around her, "Well, I do not agree with that. I think you are very special, and God chose you for a reason. Everything will be alright and I will be with you every step of the way, I promise."

Mary smiled, "And so also will God. Thank you, Joseph; I feel better now."

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She could not understand why he had left her. She had grown up with him and she still loved him so much. They had been so happy and content together. And then the goddesses had come and Paris had found out he was a prince.

He had taken Helen of Sparta as a wife despite the fact she was already married and just forgotten about Oeone. But she could not forget about him. She missed him every minute of every day.

She was good enough for Paris, the shepherd boy, but not for Prince Paris of Troy.

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Leah would never in a million years have dreamed that she would imprint on a vampire, especially one of the Volturi, especially one of the Volturi leaders.

And yet… in some ways it made perfect sense. They had both lost someone. It was different, Leah knew. Marcus' Didyme had died, while Sam had just imprinted on someone else, but the results were similar. They felt the same pain, the same loneliness and bitterness.

They were both broken. And Leah thought that he needed her just as much as she now needed him.

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"Daddy!" as he walked in the door Jezebel threw herself at him with a squeal.

He ruffled her hair and kissed her head, "How's my girl?"

His smile broadened as his wife walked up behind their daughter. He could never have anticipated that he would love a human woman so much.

He took her in his arms and kissed her soft, warm lips, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent.

"Ew!" Jez complained as she tried to push her parents apart with her tiny arms, "That's gross!"

Her mother laughed and scooped her up, "One day you'll think differently."

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"You pick the names, Katniss; I'll be okay with anything you choose."

"Primrose Rue, if it's a girl," Katniss swallowed the lump in her throat. Peeta put an arm around her, his vivid blue eyes gentle and understanding.

"And if it's a boy?"

"Cinna, Cinna Finnick Mellark," Katniss dropped one hand to her stomach; the sensation of a new life growing within her both terrified her and filled her with awe.

She took a deep breath and met her husband's steady gaze. It would be alright; they could do this.


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"What are you supposed to be, Jamie?"

"I'm a Roman soldier," he said proudly, pointing his sword in the air.

"What are you?" He looked at her black dress and cape and sparkly tiara. Poppy slipped a pair of plastic fangs into her mouth,

"I'm a vampire princess and if you don't obey me I'll suck your blood!"

She giggled and chomped her teeth together. James looked startled.

"What?" Poppy asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing. Race you to the first house!" He took off down the block.

"Hey!" Poppy raced after him, black cape flying behind her.

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"It's a hippocampus," Poseidon laughed as she gazed at the creature in wide-eyed wonder. It nudged her softly.

She stroked its nose, "It's beautiful."

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, "You are beautiful."

She looked down, blushing, but smiling, "No I'm not."

He kissed her neck, "Yes you are."

She leaned back against him, eyes glinting in amusement, "Okay, I am." She grinned at him. He laughed and then kissed her. The hippocampus bumped its head against her shoulder.

She giggled, "Are you jealous, boy?"

She threw her arms around its neck, "I love you too."

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Everything was different when I opened my eyes. It was brighter, clearer, but my throat hurt so badly.

Then I noticed him. A handsome blonde man sitting in a chair by the bed, watching me. A man I recognized.

"Dr. Cullen?" I asked, amazed. He nodded, watching my face.

"What happened to me?"

He hesitated, "You are a vampire now." I stared at him, sure he was joking, except... he hadn't changed at all since I was sixteen.

"You're a vampire too?" He nodded.

I smiled, "Then it can't be all bad."

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Helen realized she recognized one of her suitors.

"Odysseus!" she glared at him, "What are you doing here?! Will you just admit that you are in love with my cousin already?!"

He stared at her, "Bu-but-"

"Go!" she pointed toward the door, "and the next thing I hear about you better be Penelope's wedding announcement!"

She noticed the stares of the other suitors, "What?! They have been in love with each other for ages but neither will admit it. I do not understand how they can both be so intelligent about everything else, yet so clueless about each other's feelings."

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"I'm sorry," she whispered to the empty air, "I know you were trying to protect me, not hurt me." she buried her face in her hands, remembering how happy and safe she had always felt with him...until she found out his name.

"It shouldn't have mattered," she growled at herself fiercely, "I shouldn't have been cruel to him just because of some stupid prophecy he can't control."

She began to weep, "I'm so sorry, Mordred, I miss you so much."

The next words were hard to admit, even to empty air, "I love you."

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Aphrodite is cruel. Helen had more reason than most to know that. One moment she was perfectly happy. She had a loving husband and a daughter she adored. What more could she ever want?

Then he came. Paris. The moment she looked into his eyes everything else seemed to wash away. Menelaus. Hermione. Everything.

Somewhere deep inside, she knew he wasn't good. He didn't love her, only lusted for her body like every other man, and that leaving with him would break her family to pieces. But when she looked at him, somehow... it didn't matter.

She'd follow him anywhere.

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The six-year-old boy ran, screaming, through the living room, chased by two angry, identical, thirteen-year-old girls. Their parents jumped up.

"Hope! Grace!" Ian exclaimed, "Leave your brother alone!"

"But, Dad!" they wailed together, "He took our diaries!"

Amy gave her son a hard stare, "Arthur Alastair Cahill, give those back this minute." The boy relented and the children left.

Ian sighed, "Remember when all we had to worry about was saving the world?"

Amy nodded, "The Vespers were easy compared to this.

" Two infant's wails split the air. Ian groaned, "There go Natalie and William."

Amy smiled, "That's our cue."

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Achilles came into the tent and pulled her into his arms without a word. She could feel him trembling against her, with rage or sorrow or both, she didn't know.

"Achilles, what is it?" she asked, anxiously, "What did Agamemnon want?"

His arms tightened around her and it was a moment before he could answer.

"You," his voice was a hoarse whisper, "He wants you."

She gasped, "No..."

She knew the protest would do no good; the king of Mycenae would get what he wanted. Achilles kissed her, desperately, hopelessly, and she clung to him, wishing she could freeze time.

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The Volturi had left. Bree sat in the clearing with the Cullens close by.

Suddenly, the mind reading one stiffened, "Who's there?"

"'I'm a ninja," a voice answered, just as the wind blew a familiar scent Bree's way. She leapt to her feet and bolted across the clearing, everything, even the mouthwatering aroma of the human girl driven from her mind.

"Diego!" in a moment, she was in his arms, holding him tightly, unable to believe it.

"But, how? I thought Victoria and Riley killed you!"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "They tried. I escaped. Go ninjas!"

"Go ninjas," she whispered back.

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It was their wedding night, and Artaxerxes felt like everything was wrong. Damaspia wouldn't even look at him and she was trembling.

He took her hands in his own, "What's wrong, Damaspia? I thought, I hoped that you'd be happy tonight. I thought you wanted to be with me." He knew he sounded like a little boy, but he couldn't help it.

She sighed, finally looking at him, "I do want to be with you, but I'm afraid of what the crown will make you become."

He kissed her gently.

"Please don't worry. I'm still me, and I love you."

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She never stopped loving him. Even when she gave him up for the sake of her Clan.

It was so hard, seeing him at Gatherings, watching their kits grow up in another Clan.

Then came the news that he was dead. And, even worse, that he had killed Redtail. That was one of the worst days of her life.

Later, when Tigerstar's treachery was revealed, amidst the pain and shock of betrayal, she couldn't help but feel the slightest prick of relief, that he was innocent after all.

Then, at last, in StarClan, she could be with him once more.

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The assignment had been simple. Make Hope Cahill fall in love with him. Him falling in love with her had not been part of the plan. Arthur Trent groaned and ran a hand over his hair. Why did she have to be so beautiful and intelligent and kind and funny and-  He groaned once more.

"I'm hopeless," he moaned.

Then he smiled in spite of himself, as his own words sank in, "No, I'm not hopeless, that's the whole problem." He fell back on the bed and started to laugh, half in amusement, half in resignation.

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How could he do this to me? The thought circled endlessly through Vashti's mind. She had known Xerxes for years, grown up with him.

She knew, when she refused his summons, that he would be angry, furious. Somehow, even so, she had never imagined this.

Banished. She would never see him again.

Vashti pressed a hand to her stomach. The child growing within her would never know its father. She hadn't even had a chance to tell Xerxes she was pregnant.

She drew a deep breath. She would keep this baby safe and happy.

Who needs him? she thought defiantly.

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Luke. Poor, poor Luke, my little baby. Help him, oh please, somebody help him.

He'll be home soon, of course he will. I have to make his lunch.

Hermes. He's come to visit me. Such a sweet man. He hugs me. Smiles at me. But he seems so sad. He's always so sad when he visits me.

Why is he so sad? We used to be happy. Didn't we? And then... that attic, the Oracle.

Oh, Luke! My poor Luke! Somebody help him.

Luke? Of course. He'll be home soon. I have to make his lunch.

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"Why you sad?" Orestes stared up at his cousin with his big, blue, four-year-old's eyes.

Hermione wiped her eyes, "I just miss my father."

She hesitated, "and my mother too."

Orestes frowned, "Why did the bad men tookded your mama?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, because she's so pretty, I guess."

Orestes climbed onto his cousin's lap, "Pwetty like you?"

Hermione giggled, "She's much prettier than me."

"Nuh-uh," he shook his head stubbornly, "You the pwettiest in the whole wide world." He spread his arms out.

She giggled again and hugged him, "Thank you for making me feel better, Ori."

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She is going to die. She's going to die and there is nothing I can do about it. The thought stabbed into his heart repeatedly like a knife.

He thought of her gentle smile, her beauty, her intelligence, the way it had felt to hold her in his arms.

And now she would die. As soon as her baby was born... her life would end.

He fell to his knees, weeping like a child, full of despair and helpless anger.

"What good is it?" he growled, "What good is being king if I cannot even protect the ones I love?"

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"I love you," she whispered, "But my family will never allow me to marry you."

"Then run away with me."

His hands cupped her face,"You are the only woman I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She looked down, "If we run away I will have no dowry to give you."

"Do you think I care?" he asked fiercely, "I want you, not your family's money." She closed her eyes briefly.

"Alright," she consented, "I will go. I cannot imagine marrying any man but you."

He kissed her gently, "I love you."

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He was a Volturi guard. She was just a vampire passing through. The moment their eyes met, each was captivated. It was instant. Like they were destined to find each other.

They ended up out in a Volturi garden, talking. They talked for hours. By the end of that time, they were hopelessly in love with each other.

He decided to leave the Volturi to be with her. Aro wasn't happy, but he allowed them to go.

Then they found the Denalis and learned they could live without taking lives. And, like a fairy tale, they lived happily ever after.

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Lucius Pontius Pilate leaned down and tenderly kissed his sleeping wife's cheek, for the final time. Then he walked outside.

He looked down at the leaves he held.

"I'm sorry, Claudia," he whispered "but I'm doing this for you, you deserve better than this."

For the first time, he found himself praying to Claudia's God.

"I don't know why you would answer the prayer of a man like me, but Claudia says you are a God of forgiveness. Help her and Doros to find happiness, Lord." He swallowed the herbs.

"I love you, Claudia," he whispered, as darkness took him.

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He watched from Olympus as she stumbled through the trees, calling his name. His anger fading, he longed to go to her, to hold and comfort her. But his mother would never allow it.

He watched her go through Aphrodite's harsh trials and secretly guided her.

He watched her descend into the Underworld and his heart seized with panic when she opened the box.

Then at last, he could go to her, take her in his arms and carry her to Olympus.

The gods healed her and made her a goddess, and he knew they would be together for eternity.

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"Alright class, line up, it's time for art class," Ian Hunter led the group of first-graders down the hall to the art room.

Martha Morris, the young, pretty art teacher looked up, "Hello class. Hello Mr. Hunter" she smiled.

Ian felt a blush creep into his cheeks, "Hello, Ms. Morris."

He was aware that he was staring at her, but he couldn't stop himself, that is until a young girl's voice snapped him out of his daze, "Ooh, Mr. Hunter has a crush on Ms. Morris!"

The class erupted into giggles, drowning out any protest Ian might have made.

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She trembled as she met his gaze, but there was no anger in his eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Artaynta ."

"Why not?" her voice shook.

He shrugged, "I could beat you bloody, but my family has already hurt you enough. My mother manipulated you. My father used you, then abandoned you..." he cupped her cheek in his hand, "and I ignored you."

"You don't love me, you love her."

Darius sighed, "Yes, I love Zenobia, but I shouldn't have ignored you."

He put his arms around her and held her, "It's going to be okay, Artaynta, I promise."

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"Thank you for coming, Lady Eona," Kygo said formally.

Then he smiled warmly, "Will you walk with me?" He gestured to the path winding through the garden. They started walking.

Eona smiled ruefully, "I'm not a Dragoneye anymore; is my title still Lady?"

Kygo shrugged, "You're still my Naiso. Though we could give you another title if you like."

Eona smiled playfully, "And what would that be?"

"How about... empress?"

Eona gasped, staring at Kygo, her heart beating wildly.

He took her hands in his, "Eona, I love you. Will you marry me?"  Tears filled her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered.

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She is the first thing he sees when he enters the Otherworld.

She smiles at him, "Bryan. I knew you would choose the right path in the end."

He strides toward her and takes her in his arms.

"I almost didn't" he admits.

She kisses him lightly, "For a time your grief for me blinded you, but in the end you found our goddess once more."

"And so found you."

For the first time in a long time Bryan Dragon Lankford feels joy. He is with his beloved in this world filled with beauty and love. Always love.

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What can you say to someone who you have wronged grievously, not once, but over and over? When you have sought repeatedly to punish them for actions you now find them entirely blameless of?

What repentance can you offer to the wife you have abused and imprisoned for sixteen years?

There are no words meaningful enough to atone for my sins. I know this. Still, I cannot be silent. Imust speak, must at least attempt to make amends.

I have little hope that Venetia will ever forgive me, but at least she will know how truly sorry I am.

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They rushed through the palace, making their way to a safe room. Amberly glanced over her shoulder and he saw her eyes widen.

Before he could look back, she turned around, running behind him. He heard the gun shot and felt her crumple to the floor. He whirled around.

"Amberly!" Her name tore from his throat..

The gun went off a second time, and he felt a piercing pain in his chest. As his legs gave out beneath him, he reached for her, drew her close. Even now, she was the calm at the center of his storm.

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It was funny how much could change in a year. One year ago he had been greedy, caring only for wealth and power.

He watched as his wife took their son from his crib, holding him up and laughing. A year ago he had threatened to kill her if she didn't weave straw into gold. Now he couldn't imagine his life without her, and their son. A son they had almost lost because of his selfishness.

His wife placed the baby in his arms. He smiled. He couldn't change the past, but he could make sure the future was better.

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Cara's eyes were troubled as she rested one hand on her pregnant stomach.

"Do you ever worry about what our child will grow up to be?You're a Kabra and I'm a Pierce. What if our child grows up to be a combination of my father and your mother?"

Ian shuddered at the thought, but then he looked at his wife seriously, "That won't happen. You aren't just born evil. We'll raise our child the right way, I promise."

He smiled and put his arm around his wife.

Cara leaned her head against his shoulder, "I love you, Ian."

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Draco Malfoy looked somehow smaller than Astoria remembered him. When they were in school together he had always held himself with a proud, arrogant posture, which was now, if not entirely gone, diminished to an echo of its old self. She sat down beside him.

"Hey," she said quietly.

He looked up, a spark of recognition in his eyes, "Hey. You're Daphne's sister, right?" Astoria nodded, surprised he recognized her. He had never paid her any mind at school.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Astoria shrugged, giving him a small smile, "Just thought you could use some company."

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The two feet between them might as well have been a hundred miles.

Rumplestiltskin held out his hands toward her in a pleading gesture "I love you. More than anything."

"Then why did that gauntlet lead me to your dagger?" Belle asked bitterly, hiding her pain under derision. "You said it would lead to what someone loved most."

Rumplestiltskin shook his head, "No, I said it would lead you to their greatest weakness, which is often the thing they love most, but not always, not for me. You were never my weakness, Belle. You have always, always been my strength."

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Page's eyes flickered open. She wasn't sure where she was, but she could feel a strange sensation in her arm. Lifting her head she saw what looked like a tube protuding from it. Her eyes followed it back to its source and she gasped.


The king's eyes opened. His face was pale, but he smiled when he saw her.

"Page, you're awake."

"Terrance...what...what are you doing?"

"You needed blood."

"But... but you could die!"

"I don't care."

He reached out, his hand finding hers, "Page... I'm sorry...for everything. I love you."

She blinked back tears, "I love you too."

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"I love you," Seven's voice is quiet.

Chakotay smiles warmly, "I love you too."

He pauses, "That's the first time you've ever said that."

Seven nods, "I find the use of the word love… difficult to grasp."

"How so?"

"Humans use it to mean many different things. They say they love certain foods, or music, or games, or their families, or their friends, or their romantic partner. How can the same word be used for all of those things?"

Chakotay chuckled, "You know, the Greeks have different words for different kinds of love."

"That is a far more sensible system."

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A voice called to Arthur as he drifted in feverish dreams.

He seemed to be wandering, lost and alone.

And then came the voice, instilling him with strength and confidence. He knew that voice. It called up images within him of dark curls and deep brown eyes. But to Arthur's fevered mind the voice did not belong to a servant girl, but to an angel.

Later, when he woke he remembered, and he teased her about it. But the image of the angel stayed in his mind, and he wondered why he had never noticed before how beautiful Guinevere was.