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Cinnamon was horribly uncomfortable for the duration, but by the end, she had warmed up to it a bit. It really was a lovely song, and it praised her beauty profusely, something that never went unappreciated. He had taken her somewhere private, and when he was done, she smiled, and laid a hand over her heart, unsure how else to express her thanks. He approached her then, and took that hand between his own. "Cinnamon," he said quietly, "I know you have my voice, but if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life learning to read your thoughts and emotions and putting them to music. Will you be my wife?" She was horribly startled, and, as was one of her many weaknesses, as her emotions overwhelmed her, she felt faint. She swooned, and was immediately swept up into Borovius's arms. He was not a particularly strong man, but she was an extremely tiny person, weighing in at less than ninety pounds. He was speaking, softly, but she let his voice remain a muted buzz in the background, because she needed to sort her thoughts out. It felt wrong, and always had. But... she'd spent eight years with Wenda, and now had nowhere to go. Maybe... this was the next step? Maybe this was the best thing for her. What more could a voiceless beauty like her hope for in this world? She grasped at Borovius's chest until he was looking down at her attentively, and
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