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foxfire took shelter among the trees, perhaps sensing the approaching darkness. soon the sun would descend fully, and night would be on them. rhaenyra stepped toward her swarthy companion, remembering the thoughts she'd entertained when they first met. the distance between them dwindled until she lingered close, closer than any acquaintance would. the princess reached out, lips hovering near to his cheek as if to kiss him. hers was an intimate sort of tension, the looming threat of a lover; her nearness seemed to dare him to act. and act he would, she did not doubt. rhaenyra had never been refused by a man.