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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Rosemarie, Vow, Rosemarie's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'An Uncertain Choice'
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: An Uncertain Choice
  I didn't quite know how to respond. My vanity suggested I should take offense, but the deeper part of me was relieved — relieved that he was noble enough to want to make such a sacrifice from his heart rather than from his desire to impress me.
  In the end, I said nothing at all. For some time, I worked with Cook and Sir Derrick to distribute the loaves, pastries, cheese, and cuts of meat Cook had prepared for the noon meal. When the last of the children had skipped away with an extra bundle, I leaned against the cool stone wall near the kitchen door and wiped the perspiration from my forehead.
  Sir Derrick had disappeared into the kitchen and now stepped out of the dark interior with a mug in hand. "For you, my lady." He held it out to me. "A cool drink of ale."
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I couldn't deny Sir Collin's rationalization. But it didn't stop me from wishing I could spend the entire day with Derrick instead.
  Derrick hesitated answering, and when he pulled my hand closer to him under the table, my heart did a fast twirl. Had he changed his mind about sitting back and letting his friends win me? Was he going to fight for me after all?
  The muscles in his face tightened before he forced a smile at Sir Collin, one that was decidedly cool. "If the duke has agreed to the plans, then who am I to stop him?"
  I wanted to reassure Derrick that I'd rather spend the day with him, but I refrained. Perhaps I needed another opportunity to be with both Sir Collin and Sir Bennet, to test my feelings. They were good men too. And I couldn't dismiss their affection without giving them at least one more chance.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I shuddered. Although I'd been facing my fears and my nightmares regarding torture methods, my heart was still tender and always would be. "Then you must go."
  Derrick reached for my hand and gripped it passionately. "Even though I will hate every second that I'm away from you, I must do this. I must fight to save his life. I can do nothing less..."
  He caressed my cheek one last time and then spun and strode out of the Great Hall, his footsteps echoing their good-bye.