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XII – There is beauty in death
Moments like this forced her to wonder what kind of pair the two of them will make once they grew up.
A knight and his princess.
She scoffed, thinking of how cliché it was.
But then again, maybe it isn't.
Maybe their own story would be different than the fairytales he insisted on reading for her. Maybe their story is not that kind of fairytale–at all. What kind of story has a knight that scolds his princess?
She smiles and stares at her reflection.
A princess with red eyes...
And these red eyes seemed to be thoughtful as she steadily gazed back at her reflection from the large, black-framed polished
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