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The days that followed saw Roberick's jealousy slowly wane, replaced by a deeper sense of trust in Cynthia. He knew that she was loyal to him, and that knowledge was a balm to his once-turbulent emotions.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Roberick and Cynthia found themselves strolling through the castle gardens. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the distant sounds of the kingdom's bustling streets seemed miles away.

Cynthia's hand slipped into Roberick's, their fingers intertwining. "You seem more at ease, Roberick," she remarked, her voice soft and affectionate.

Roberick nodded, his eyes fixed on her. "Yes, I am, my love. I've come to realize that my jealousy was unwarranted. I trust you completely, and I know your heart belongs to me."

Cynthia smiled, her gaze unwavering. "And your heart belongs to me. That's what truly matters."

They stopped beside a blossoming rose bush, its petals a vibra
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