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The King looked over. "Ah, Harper. Everyone, this is Harper. She works in heart repair."
Burke seemed uncomfortable, looking over at Cyril. "I don't remember much... I did provide an' interview for your edification..."
Burke hesitated, looking around. "Not much, unfortunately. They were mostly covered..."
"He was attacked by two of the main thieves. He also is a blacksmith and is well acquainted with weapons."
"I suppose so," she said uncertainly, looking over at her father. He nodded slowly before there came a small knock on the door. When given access,...
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They should be here right about now..." Ellie entered the room, knocking on the door. "Hello,...
"I need to put an end to these... heart thieves. I have some people who will be helping you."
The king was a somber man, his eyes downcast. Legend had it that the man was once enthusiastic and full of life, but the death of his wife had...
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The little golden heart seemed to shimmer in his hands and she gave him a small smile. "Thank you." She turned her head to look at Scarlet. "It...
Ellie nodded, looking over at Xavier for a moment. "It'll... it'll look suspicious if I return with my heart," she said hesitantly, offering it...
"I'll hold onto the shard for safekeeping," Ellie said. "Maybe I could just... I don't know. Drop it somewhere and hope someone finds it."
Ellie shook her head, looking up at Xavier too. "You can't let her do this..."
She looked confused, looking up at Xavier before looking over at Scarlet. "But... no. You're just going to let yourself be caught?"
"What? No," Ellie said, sounding bewildered. "They'll catch you. I can just... I can return it."
Ellie dropped her hand instantly, turning to look at Scarlet with wide eyes. "Who are you?"
"They're really looking for you," she said slowly. "They know what you look like, Xav... I don't even know how I'm going to bring the shard back...
Her whole face fell as she looked down at the shard. Her shoulders slumped and she looked up at him, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "Why'd...
"No," she replied, her free hand coming up to cup his jaw. "Xavier, you're good. You are good, no matter what you think. You are good enough."
She looked up at him in surprise, her hands coming up to hold his, her heart clasped between their two palms. “I know I have a heart,” she said...
