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If any of this makes you uncomfortable, don't read on. Jacob slid from the bed and waited on his hands and knees. I attached the leather leash to his collar quickly. I held the cane and wrist restraints firmly in my other hand, and led him from his room. Jacob crawled behind me obediently, remaining silent as he should. We walked down the large staircase, past the dining room, past the front room and into the conservatory.
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If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not continue on. You've been warned. Waiting impatiently. I'm a prince, I shouldn't have to wait. He should be here by now. I looked at the full length mirror by the doorway to my office and smirked into it. My blonde hair was tousled; it didn't look messy, but rather rugged.
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