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Carriage is Ready

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last update Date de publication: 2024-02-25 20:22:15

*King Alexander*

King Alexander could hear the horse jitter and neigh. They were growing annoyed by the weight of the reins and the cold air. They wanted to go, but Alexander could not abide them just yet. He still had to give his goodbyes, and with that, he turned to meet his family.

Queen Belinda stood together with Nicoli. Her eyes were wet, likely from crying where no one could see, but otherwise, she stayed composed. Belinda even took the time to dress in her finest for him. It seemed impo
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