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Chapter 8

 Amnisty Soledad was fixing her hair. She always kept it in a neat and clean classic bun. It was her day-off, she doesn’t have a day off but the queen insisted to make her rest.

 It was awkward for her not to wear her uniform. It was like something is missing. She looked at her reflections in the mirror for a few seconds before she went to her horse.

 She was living alone. She grew up without her parents. King and Queen Tourbillon were the ones who took care of her. As an exchange for their kindness, Amnisty participated in the Second Batch of Bulwarkian warriors. She was the youngest, loved by all. 

 “They will treasure it for the rest of their lives,” she whispered to herself.

 She was looking at the children who were playing. It reminded her of her friends, during gold-old days. She smiled bitterly and diverted her gaze to the road.

 Laying in bed or eve
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