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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A few hours after their journey they arrived at the neighboring kingdom of Hymir. The golden hour illuminates the town with its warm hues. Morrigan hugged herself as she found herself lost in the sea of foreign people speaking another language that she couldn't fully understand. In this kingdom she is nothing, her title as the crown princess does not exist. She's neither an envoy of peace or a royal guest, she is here as a common foreigner, a common refugee seeking the kingdom's refuge. "Your Highness..." Lydia's hands held hers, eventually taking Morrigan out of her trance. Morrigan gently removed Lydia's hands holding hers. "Lydia, in this kingdom I, am not a princess... I hope you refrain from calling me that." Morrigan looked at Lydia's eyes, dejection was evident in Lydia's eyes, inquiring why the princess let her hand go. Lydia watches the young princess who only puts interest in observing her surroundings with her beautiful yet lifeless eyes.
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