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could u maybe like do a royal au where we're on a ball and akaashi is the prince of his kingdom while we're the princess of our kingdom? your writing is really great, I'm sure you'll do great <3

“can i have this dance?”

paring: keiji akaashi x female reader

cw: au, fluff, kissing

word count: 3000+

a/n: hey my lovely, thank you so much and i really enjoyed this request, i hope you liked this, also i’m going to start posting for my 1k event from today yay

summary: in which akaashi is a prince of his kingdom hosts a ball for possible suitors and you, the princess of your own kingdom get an invite to attend and possibly marry the heir to the throne

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Akaashi knew what he was doing when he invited the whole of his kingdom to the ball, he knew what he was doing when he stamped the seal for the invites to those of other kingdoms. He knew exactly what he was doing when he wore the tailcoat across the two-piece suit that adorned his body. Akaashi was a man of little expression, choosing his words careful but being analytical in situations that needed it.

It’s why his father had been so happy that he was his first born, relieved almost that the kingdom was going into good hands. The only thing his father had wished for was a suitor for his son to have, someone with foreign links and stability. There was a long list of girls his father had dismissed but had still invited to the ball, with a more minute list for the girls his father would settle for.

And then there was you, with your father still king and brother heir to the throne, the only thing left for you was to marry. Of course, your mother had told you it was a duty, herself having been a princess and in your exact position. But what was marrying some future king when there was something more to life. Even after your mother’s death, your promise to marry, you still craved the excitement of something more.

“Kuroo.” You whined, collapsing onto your bed, the silk sheets felt warm against your bare skin as Kuroo hastily walked in.

As soon as he spoke, he stopped, “Yes, Ma’am…” His eyes moved away from your bare skin, the way you only wore your underclothes, he felt flustered at the sight, “Princess Y/n, put on some clothes before someone else walks in.”

“You’re no fun, Kuroo.” You came right back up, seeing the black-haired boy, still refusing to meet your gaze. “You sure you don’t want a peak; I know it’s been a while for you.” Casual sex was a common occurrence with advisors of the king, even with Kuroo the future advisor and best friend to your brother, he still remained involved in brothels.

You remember the first time you walked past one, almost a year ago, intrigued at the sight of women selling their bodies, you understood. Understood the need for money, to get by on little to nothing, you didn't dare step inside, instead listening in through the window.

Until you saw her, a mere child crouching on the ground. A nimble piece of bread between their fingers, you had gone to help the kitchens, your own lady in waiting having stood to get some stuff. “Here, do you want some?” You gestured for the loaf of bread you had had in your basket.

The small child looked at you, dirty fingers and covered in what looked like mud. You hadn't realised just how bad the kingdom had become and you knew that once your brother took over, you’d make him help the poor. Make sure that no poor starving child had to look so nimble and dull. “That was nice of you.” A black-haired boy spoke, his messy locks and piercing bluey green eyes stared back at you.

“Oh, I couldn’t let them die.” He clearly had no idea who you were as you had given him no formalities and by the looks of it neither did you.

“It was still kind of you, many other people would have let them starve.” He had been watching you help the child, watched as you offered the bread and softly touched their face even with the soot that rimmed their face. You looked like an upper class, someone who shouldn't even be in this area but even then, you helped. “I’m Keiji Akaashi.”

He spoke without the formalities and titles, wanting a real conversation with someone who didn't know him. “Y/n Y/l/n,” both unaware of each other's position, Akaashi had asked to drop you off to where you needed to go.

He carried the basket with the other foods, smiling and talking to you just as he used to with his friends when he was younger. “This is where I leave you.” You softly spoke, he had been admiring you throughout the whole walk, he was outside the palaces, assuming you to be some noble daughter visiting.

“I guess this is, till we meet again Y/n.” He softly kissed the back of your hand, a heavy fluster encasing your face at the feeling of his soft lips across your hand before leaving with a smile.

You never saw him after that, a year flowing by since that event had occurred. Who could say, what happened to him? Maybe he went off to war, to a battle and died, maybe he wasn't even from your kingdom? You didn’t know but even then, that half an hour walk together had made you think of the mysterious Keiji Akaashi.

“Get out of your thoughts Y/n.” Kuroo muttered after you had put your clothes on, the long dress across your figure as you stared at the gown again. “This is your opportunity to fulfil your mother’s wish.”

You nodded, looking down at your fingers, the invitation had come a while back, the seal from the kingdom next to your own. You were never involved in foreign policy or allying with them, but from what your brother had told you, it seemed like the kingdom was friendly enough and now with the prince’s father on the brink of death. The need for a marriage alliance to strengthen and consolidate the power of the new prince. Having not even been able to even read the invite properly, it was taken by your own father who refused to even accept a lie for you to not go.

Here you were waiting for your lady in waiting to come and help you change to take you to meet a future suitor. “What if I don’t like him?” You muttered standing up and going to the balcony, you could see the whole kingdom from it. Just the sight of it made your heart swell up, home, and if you did succeed tonight. This place would be a far distant memory.

“Princess, you haven’t even met the Prince yet, have faith.” Kuroo touched your shoulder reassuringly before the sound of shoes clicked against the marble. Kuroo took that as his cue to leave, giving a bow as he left you to get taken away by the ladies.

Akaashi stood firm against the mirror, watching at how the suit fit him perfectly, the long tailcoat swishing every time he turned to face the mirror. “Sire, why are you worrying so much?” Bokuto put his hands on Akaashi’s shoulders trying to relieve him of some stress.

“What if she’s not here Bokuto?” He had only asked to invite commoners and nobles daughters to this event as a way to find you. You may have been a distant memory but how could he ever forget the girl who helped the poor prostitute's child. Those kind eyes and soft touch you had even in your hands were soft when he had kissed them goodbye. He regretted not asking more about you, only the basics occurring, but here he was ready to marry. But all he ever thought about was you.

“She will be, have faith.” Bokuto spoke trying to comfort the future king, but even then, the normal emotionless boy had changed since the meeting with you. Ever since he came back to meet his fathers and advisors, he seemed happy, content even with what was occurring. He knew the king had a daughter, but she was nowhere to be seen and instead had met her father and brother instead.

They all seemed nice enough and a meeting had only occurred for a treaty to be agreed against a neighbouring kingdom. He hadn't cared that much at the type, thoughts still filled with you but now here he was, stressing about how he looked on the off chance that you were at the ball.

The sound of horns blowing throughout the kingdom, your father had made Kuroo take you to the ball as a means to appease you. Knowing how you hated having agreed to your mothers last wish in the heat of the moment, as the carriage ride there was fast paced. You heard the murmurs of others arriving, you knew how close the king was to your father now, having even grown up together and you hoped that it would continue on through your brother. Kuroo took your hand helping you out of the carriage with the blue ball gown around your body, the thin straps holding your chest up and a diamond tiara situated itself in your loose hair.

“You like fine, don’t worry princess.” Kuroo whispered passing the invitation as you both got bows.

“Thanks.” It was hesitant and even Kuroo knew your mind was somewhere else, unable to grasp the concept of marrying a man.

You both stepped into the large castle, the sound of others smiling and happily speaking ready to dance with the Prince. Still unaware of who he was, glares from girls came across to you, you knew Kuroo was attractive but to garner as much attention as he did was always a shock to you.

You both walked into the main hall, a long set of two stairs on either side met in the middle to cascade down. Looking around, the list of princesses and commoners from all over the lands had come, how did your father ever expect you to compete, was beyond you. But at the sight of Kuroo pushing you forward, you both walked down the steps finally seeing the man of the hour.

Akaashi and Bokuto had stayed at the end of the stairs, watching as every woman and her consort came down the steps. Akaashi was waiting, watching to see if you’d turn up, he hoped you would, almost begging the gods to allow for him to be blessed to see you again.

At the sound of the next girl coming down, time stopped from him, your blue ball gown that flowed outwards looked remarkable on you. The diamonds encrusted on the ends made you look ever so beautiful. The same face that he had seen a dirty child touch to bring comfort was right in front of him as he fell in love just at the sight of you.

“Sire.” Bokuto tried to gain Akaashi’s attention to introduce him to the girl in front of you but all he could see was you. “Sire.”

“S...sorry.” Akaashi mumbled quickly dismissing the girl who looked annoyed at being pushed aside. Akaashi started once more before you finally met his eyes.

You stopped just as you reached the bottom steps, Akaashi’s ocean eyes meeting your own, he had a smile on his face. “We meet again Y/n.”

“Yo...you’re the Prince.” You whispered hesitantly, putting your hand out for him to bow and kiss.

“This is Princess Y/n, from the next Kingdom over, both of your fathers have had business together.” Akaashi finally knew who you were, the missing princess he hadn't met a year ago, you were right in front of him, you were real. He didn't care for any of the other girls, eyes fixated on you, the girl he had spent countless nights dreaming and wishing to meet again.

“Sire, we can’t keep the other girls waiting.” Bokuto spoke already knowing who you were from Akaashi’s actions.

“One moment.” Akaashi shunned his friend before turning to you, “I...I can’t believe it’s actually you.”

His hands had met your own, taking both of them as he gave the brightest smile possible. A smile his father hadn't seen since he had been told he was dying, his father looked on from the balcony. Always knowing with your father that you two would somehow be together, he watched lazily, how his son smiled as if he had just won a thousand stars. It was the same look he had had when he had met Akaashi’s mother all those years ago, the same type of love.

“You better greet the rest of your guests, Si…”

He interrupted, “Akaashi.”

“You better greet the rest of your guests, Akaashi.” You stressed his name as you and Kuroo left to mingle with others.

“He's the one, the king is going to be so happy.” Kuroo laughed, grabbing two glasses for the two of you.

You were still in shock at the coincidence of it all, realising that he had come with his father to meet your own for allyship. It had been weird to say the least and maybe you and Akaashi could bring the unity your families wanted and be in love.

The sound of a horn sounding startled Kuroo as you gave a soft chuckle at the idiot boy, before hearing the man who sounded the horn speak. “The Prince will now have his first dance with the suitors.”

Akaashi had been staring at you throughout the formalities with other suitors, watching at how you spoke to Kuroo and especially how even with the side glances to you from those who had seen the scene between you and the Prince. You still remained calm and collected, still have the same face of kindness and joy that you had had when they first met.

At the voice announcing his first dance, he swiftly turned away from the other girls, making a beeline directly to you. You had a smile on your face, as he came right up to your hands out for you to talk.

“Can I have this dance?” His breath fanned your neck as you nodded smiling at the boy. The sound of music cascaded through the hall, the musicians doing a pretty good job to set the scene. Both your hands stayed firmly together as his other went behind your back and your other to the side, the music felt intimate almost as you both danced past the guests.

The way he’d let you go in a twirl and bring you right back up to him, made him fall more and more in love with you. He loved the look you gave as he brought you right across his chest, the way your breath fanned his own. Oh how he just wanted to kiss you all over, make love to you and show you what it truly meant to be his.

With the end of the song nearing and a final turn, you found yourself bent downwards, Akaashi looking at your figure bent over before bringing your right back up to his face. The way you both were only a mere inch away from one another, he wanted to close the gap but the realisation that there were others around you. Had made you move your head further away in a cower.

“Akaashi.” You spoke breathlessly, his arms still around your waist at the sound of the next song ready to start. You both stayed firm in each other's arms as others began joining in the celebration before the feeling of being watched was felt.

“Father.” Akaashi muttered bowing as you quickly turned around to curtsey yourself. “This, this is the girl I told you about.”

His father may have been on the verge of death, but he carried himself well, “Your majesty.” You looked down not meeting his gaze.

“No need for formalities, my dear, your father used to bring you here all the time when you were a toddler, even my Akaashi could never keep up with you.” His father spoke reminiscing.

“We knew each other?” You questioned the man.

His father nodded before continuing, “your father would bring you when you were a child, he stopped after your schooling started, we both assumed you both forgot each other, but here you two are.”

He saw how your hands were still encased, nodding at the young love, “son, why don’t you show the princess the display.”

Akaashi nodded, almost dragging you outside in a rush. He knew the display that his father was talking about and wanted to give you the best view. “Woah, Akaashi slow down.”

He loved hearing the sound of your chuckle even though he ignored it completely, continuing to drag you along before you felt the cold air hit your skin. “Here.” He undid his tailcoat, putting it around you to keep you warm as he took much slower steps. There was a long line of steps but from the top you could see the display of the kingdom. “Come on.” He started running up the steps in a laugh.

“No fair, you had a head start.” You gleamed out chasing after him until you both reached the top, Akaashi grabbing your waist to make you sit on the step. Your body stayed close to him until he put his hands around your eyes.

“No peeking.” You brought your hands to his own across your face laughing at the childish nature of this all. “Okay, you can open them.”

As soon as he let go of your face you saw the fireworks display start, the way celebrations were in order and the music was still playing inside. It was magical, beautiful even, a home you could possibly have. Even with you staring at the fireworks, Akaashi’s gaze never left yours as he watched how fascinated you were with the fireworks.

He brought your arms up, his hands encased in your own making you turn to face him, “be with me Y/n, be my Queen and live the happiness and life you deserve, with me.”

It was a confession, a confession for a partnership not just built on security but built on love, “I’d love too.”

You whispered as he brought his face closer to your own, you closed the gap as further fireworks fled through the sky. It was a sight for sore eyes but all you could feel was Akaashi’s lips on your own, the way his tongue gilded throughout your mouth and the comfort he brought with his hands in your own. You might have fulfilled your mothers wish but you had done it from love rather than a commitment and you knew wherever she was, she was watching you have the happiness you deserve.

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Sapere Aude - Part 8

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

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Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, allusions to smut (but nothing graphic), discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Word Count: 2,314

Notes: Sorry. This was such a draining chapter to write. I tried to throw some fluff into the beginning, but overall it's a heavy ass chapter. Just remember, this is what you all asked for!

Shout out to my pre-reading possy, @texaskitten30 and @txemrn, and @twinkleallnight for my moodboard!

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The royal family had a wonderful couple of hours together, after Riley and Eleanor returned from Valtoria. Eleanor gifted Liam a picture that she drew for him while she was away. Liam loved it, he loved all of the pictures his daughter made for him. This one would join the others, proudly displayed in his office so that he could brag about Eleanor’s talent to every person that wanted to meet with the King. Some royals made you ‘kiss the ring’ if you wanted something from them, Liam made you look at a gallery of his daughter’s artwork. He was such a proud father.

They sat on the couch together as Eleanor told stories about her adventures with Uncle Drake over the weekend. Liam sat, listening intently with one arm draped over Riley’s shoulders, occasionally pressing a kiss to her temple. Not only did he know that she was suffering in silence with all of the information she had gathered over the weekend, but he had missed his wife. He missed looking at her, touching her, just being close to her. She missed it too, and made sure to stay snuggled as close to his side as she possibly could, they always found comfort in each other, and comfort was something that she desperately needed in that moment.

Before they knew it, Drake had returned and picked up Eleanor to spend the night in Ramsford. Riley and Liam said their goodbyes to the pair and returned to their living room to talk. Riley took a deep breath to center herself.

“So I take it, you told Drake?” Liam turned to face her.

“I’m so sorry Liam, I know you wanted to wait until we had more information before we brought anyone else into it. I just left that party, and everything was so horrible, and I couldn’t call you, and I was all alone and I…”

Liam pulled Riley close, placing one hand on her cheek, brushing it with his thumb. “Hey, calm down, deep breaths. It’s ok, I’m not upset with you.” He kissed her lips gently. “If there was anyone we could trust with this, it’s Drake.”

She silently nodded and pulled out of Liam’s embrace, taking a seat on the couch and motioning for him to join her. “You’re going to want to sit down Liam. Please sit down.” Liam sat next to her, and she immediately took his hands in hers. Just rip off the band-aid. Get the big stuff out of the way first. “Liam, your mother, she’s alive.”

She felt Liam’s hands clench in hers, and saw his body stiffen. Silence filled the room, and Riley let it happen. He needed to process this his way, in his time, she was just there for support. “That woman,” Liam refused to refer to her as his mother, and he certainly wouldn’t use her name. As far as he was concerned, there was only one Eleanor worth anything in his life, and she had just left with Drake. “died a long time ago. She was poisoned. You were given misinformation.”

“Liam, she’s alive. I met with her.” She watched his face go through every emotion possible before finally settling on hurt and sadness.

“You met my moth...her?” A single tear fell down Liam’s face, he looked like a heartbroken child, and it tied Riley’s insides in knots.

She looked down and nodded her head. “She’s in charge of the Via Imperii in Cordonia. She’s their president.”

Liam shot up from his seat and began pacing the room. “She brought me into this world, deceived me, and used that deceit to plot my downfall? This will not stand. She has committed treason, she needs to be taken into custody immediately.”

“Liam, you can’t…”

“I don’t give a damn if they release the tape!” He bellowed, interrupting her.

Riley had never seen Liam this angry, this hurt. She knew telling him was going to be bad, but there was no way she could prepare herself for the sight before her. She approached him tentatively and took his face in both of her hands, stopping him in his tracks and forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Liam, we can’t arrest her because then everyone will know she’s alive. We can hold Barthelemy because of everything else that was on that hard drive, but Godfrey would be released. We can’t let that happen, he’s clearly an enemy of the crown, a cell is the best place for him.”

There was another long silence, and then, Liam’s emotional dam broke. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Riley followed him, getting on her knees and collecting him in her arms, holding him close, and letting him cry. They stayed that way for several moments, Liam sobbing while Riley rubbed soothing circles on his back and pressed kisses to the top of his head, hoping the embrace would help relax him.

He finally broke the silence, speaking through sobs. “I spent...my life...grieving her.” He pulled away from Riley, looking in her eyes. She felt her heart tighten at the sight of his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “I spent my life thinking she loved me, but I clearly meant nothing to her.”

“Liam, she loved you...she loves you. I could see it in the way she spoke about you.” She gently wiped the tears from his face. “Those letters, those journal entries we found, they were all real. She genuinely felt all of those things for you.” She watched the confusion in Liam’s eyes, he was clearly torn on how he should receive this information. She knew there was more she had to tell him, but she wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle it. “Liam, there’s more. I can wait if you would rather…”

“No, that’s alright. Please, continue.” He switched on his stoic royal facade and stood from the floor, extending his hand to help Riley up.

Riley took his hand and stood, linking their fingers together before he could pull away. “You have a younger brother.”

Liam’s grip on Riley’s hand tightened as the tears again began to fall. Riley guided him slowly back to the couch, helping him sit down. She sat down next to him and stroked his hair as he sat in silence, staring off into the distance. “Is he…?”

“He was raised in the Via Imperii by your mother. He’s currently working in the Palace.” She took a deep breath to prepare herself to make the next statement. “Thomas is your brother.”

Liam’s head dropped forward, his breath hitching with every attempt to calm himself. There was a long silence in the room. Riley continued to rub Liam’s back in an attempt to comfort him, silently wishing he would say something. Anything. Yell, scream, break a vase. Then she could at least get an idea of what he was feeling, and do something to try to help. Suddenly, he stood from his seat and started walking toward the door.

“Liam, where are you going?”

“I need to take a walk. Gather my thoughts.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I need to be alone right now. You stay here, I’ll be back shortly.”

He never turns down my company, he always wants me with him. Is he mad at me? Should I not have told him?

She heard the door slam shut and she looked up. He was gone.

No goodbye, no kiss, no I love you. He’s never just walked out like that. What am I supposed to do?

She picked up her phone off the table and dialed Bastien, asking him if he was with Liam. He informed her that he was told to stand down. Riley ordered Bastien to follow him and keep an eye on her husband. She never gave Bastien a direct order, usually she would just ask politely, so he understood that this was a serious situation, and complied.

Riley fought every urge she had to follow him out that door and stay by his side, regardless of him telling her not to. If this was how Liam needed to process, she wasn’t going to get in the way of that. She tried not to take his actions or words personally, given the atomic bomb she just dropped on him, but part of her felt like he was upset with her, and she didn’t want to be in his face to make him more upset, that was the last thing either of them needed. She had sent Bastien, and he would keep her looped in if something were to happen.

It had been well over an hour since Liam had left their quarters. Riley had tried calling a couple of times, but his phone was going straight to voicemail. She had passed the point of letting him process, and crossed into worry and mild panic. She sat in bed trying to read a book, but what she was actually doing was reading one sentence over and over again. There was no way she would be able to concentrate on anything until Liam got back.

Riley finally let out a long breath when she heard the front door open and close. She put down her book and prepared herself. Liam entered the room with his head down, even though she couldn’t see his face, she could tell how tired he was. He walked straight to his closet without looking up, or saying a word to her. She wasn’t sure what to do or say, so she figured it would be best to let him come to her first.

A few minutes later, Liam walked out of his closet and headed for the bed, not making eye contact with Riley. He silently pulled the covers back and got into the bed. Riley was sitting up, watching his every movement. She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to break the silence. “Liam…” She said barely above a whisper, he turned his head and looked at her for the first time since arriving home. “I’m sorry.” She placed her hand gently over his.

“Riley, you have nothing to apologize for. I am the one that wanted you to do this. You did nothing wrong. None of this is on you.” He smiled a sad, soft smile at her.

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to blame yourself either.” He looked at her with a confused expression. “What you just said, telling me you were the one that wanted me to do this. I know you Liam Rys, better than anyone. You’re thinking about how you brought all of this on yourself.” Liam started to look down, but Riley wouldn’t let him. She held his chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “This is all on them, it’s the Via Imperii’s fault. That’s why we’re going to take them down. Together. Just like Anton, just like Auvernal, just like Barthelemy, just like any other enemy that has ever, or will ever come our way. We are the King and Queen of Cordonia, Liam and Riley Rys. We are a force to be reckoned with.” She never broke eye contact with him once, ensuring she got her point across.

Liam took a deep breath, removing his wife’s hand from his chin and bringing it to his lips. “You always know just what to say, love.”

“Years of diplomatic training. I need to be prepared for every possible scenario.” She winked at him, and he chuckled. She was relieved to see his mood lift ever so slightly. It was a start. “C’mon, let’s try to get some sleep. We can circle back to this nightmare in the morning, start working on a plan.” They both laid back onto the bed, and into each others arms.

In the middle of the night, Riley’s eyes fluttered open. She was laying face to face with Liam, who was looking at her with worry in his eyes, gently running his hand up and down her arm.

“Hey, are you ok?” She lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Please don’t leave me, Riley.” Liam’s voice trembled as he looked at his wife with pleading eyes.

Riley sat up straight in bed, confused by Liam’s statement. “Liam, never. I love you, you’re stuck with me for life.”

He gave her a sad smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “I just...there have been so many people that said they cared about me, and then left. Losing them was so hard. But if I lost you Riley, I don’t know how I would be able to continue on. You are the most important part of me, my everything. I don’t exist without you.”

Riley’s heart broke at Liam’s confession. After the way they left things before she fell asleep, she never would have thought that this would be a conversation they would be having. And it definitely wasn’t a conversation she was expecting to have at 3AM. She cupped his face in her hands and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. “Liam, I promise you with all my heart, and everything I am, that there is nothing on this earth that could take me away from you. My husband and my daughter are the greatest joys of my life. A world without the two of you is not a world I would ever even want to think about.”

Without another word, Liam leaned forward and kissed her. He used that kiss as an outlet for all of the emotions battling inside of him. He gently guided Riley to lay in her back as he rolled on top of her.

“Show me.” He whispered.

“Yes, my king.”

Riley and Liam spent the rest of the night getting lost in each other, finding the comfort they so desperately needed.

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