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needed him for something. She was furious he had left her; she’d have no servant boy now. And no one to blame for things she had done, such as murdering the songbirds in the king’s garden. Jacquelyn had always had a strange fixation with death. Even when they were small children in the orphanage she would drag her brother to see the public executions, cheering as the guilty party swung from a rope. death, that’s what you always loved isn’t it? To see people’s lives snatched away?” Jacquelyn writhed in his grasp but John had grown strong over his years of sea life. “You think you’re a benevolent ruler? You think you did me a favor by having your dear old father take me in as a servant boy? You know nothing,” he hissed. “You have deluded yourself again. While “Your acting won’t fool me,” John said coarse- you were living the high life as a princess I was strugly. “But you’re correct, I was thirteen. And how old gling to survive day by day. You and your friends toram I now?” tured me with your ‘games.’” John squeezed a little tighter. “You’d bat your eyelashes at every adult that “Seventeen.” Jacquelyn rolled her eyes. found their way into the orphanage, trying your hard“Four years. I’ve been on the sea for four est to get adopted while all I wanted was for us to years. Oh yes I started as a cabin boy, but the men stay together.” call me something very different now.” He flipped his coin again. Jacquelyn was curious despite her better “Shut up,” Jacquelyn hissed. judgment. “A week after mother and father died you “What?” were already throwing yourself at every gentleman or lady that walked through that door.” “I’m sorry?” John looked over at her. She rolled