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The princess was glad, Nazli could see it even before the look crossed her features. For a moment it was like they were sisters again; but never were they connected by blood, no matter what Jawahir claimed of the fellahin's parentage. Still, they were close enough for a moment - as they had been during their first trip to Mereo.

Did you see him before he left? The princess asked.
See -- oh, she did not know at first of whom the crown prince spoke, and then thought to herself about it. No, your grace. I was meant to... Your father asked me to be available to him, and... I was so busy, I thought I would wait until after the nuptials to start.

It was too late now, and Nazli suddenly understood that she'd failed, in some regard. I am sorry.