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Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated. - Beau Taplin

Nothing could ever make him refuse her at the sight of her body. Pale, milky skin and every inch of her seem to radiate its own light to brighten up the whole palace.