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Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Her hand lay still on his chest. “You’re infertile,” he said simply, without cruelty or sadness. “Of course you are." He said, with sudden realization himself. "You were never made for that.” He turned his eyes to her again, not cold but sure. “You were not forged to breed, Amaranth. You were made to rule. To hold dominion in my absence, should that celestial fool strike me down again. You are my weapon, my vessel, my voice.” His voice softened. “...But you were also… the flaw in my plan. That beautiful, terrible flaw. The one that made me feel.” She clung to him tighter.

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