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That necklace... Altair was taken back when he saw it. How does she have that? Could it really be her? He watched her intently for several minutes. The thief began studying her face in the firelight and he actually looked at her this time. Before it had only been simply to use for his capture of her. Blueprints for a plan he wanted to execute. Now though, that he took in her green eyes and blond hair, and the surprised look on her face, he wondered if this really was the Robyn from his past.
How could it not be? How many noblewomen have her physical traits along with your necklace? Altair had never expected to see her again. He assumed she would already be married to some rich Lord and have forgotten him completely. It was apparent that wasn't the case when he noticed how polished the necklace was.
Reaching inside his shirt, he pulled out a similar pendant. The chain was gold and looped through an unraveled scroll. Written upon the small scroll was a story the pair had come up with together. At the very bottom was their names signing their claim to the story. He held it out for her to see, and quietly watched her, feeling at a loss for words.
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