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It gives her so much hope that it will be a good news this time. Immediately, she open her email and click the file from Vicente. There are Siren's picture on different angles. On the down part, there is a written unfamiliar address. Indicating that it's where her daughter was currently living. She can't help but to shed tears. God knows much she wanted to go to that place right now and take Siren back home. Looking at her photos, her princess seems to live as a different person now. She cutted her waist-length hair up to her shoulders and even dyed it into black.

No blood. Her hair, which she remembered as tangled and sticky with sweat, lay neatly around her shoulders, long and silvery, spread like a waterfall across the pillows. Wait. Silvery? Luna’s hair was black. She grabbed a handful of it and stared, breath trembling. The strands sparkled faintly like moonlight caught in ice. “This isn’t mine,“ she whispered. “This isn’t me.” “I wouldn’t move too quickly, Princess Alessia.” The sudden voice made her gasp.

Her bonnet was snatched out of her head, the loose knot she tied with the ribbons giving way and going along with it. Her hair fell out in two loose braids. Two catastrophic, ruinous colourful braids. There was a long pause. She was afraid a heart attack was near inevitable, although who it was destined for was undecided. "Why?" A single question. The prince's voice sounded deep, too deep. She felt sadness plow a hole in her chest, he was disgusted with her hair after all. "Well, they weren't always like that, I always had black hair; if you must know. I'm sorry it disgusts you." She said tightly.

Below the crown were a matching pair of ice-blue eyes, just like her daughter, the king, and her other children. The other princesses had their hair plaited into a circlet on the top of their heads, and the king and prince had their hair pulled into a low ponytail at the nape of their necks. The king's hair was more of a sandy blonde, and the twins' hair leaned more toward golden. However, they were all undoubtedly blonde with the fairest skin that looked like it had never seen the sun. Elissiana actually was a shade darker than the rest of her family, though compared to the visitors she seemed as pale as could be. She actually ventured outside occasionally, but she spent her time in the for

This time it sounded more like a command and I obeyed climbing the fleet of steps and soon enough I was before the most unique of women I have ever seen. She sat atop her throne, a crown with jeweled oval shaped moons dancing atop her head which was covered with thick full lustrous black hair that was held together with a puff at the back and I could tell that she was black which was quite evident in her skin. She had beaded crescents embedded in her hair, her dark skin shone and her face was of the most beautiful yet stern features I had ever seen.

The Queen was beautiful with thick auburn hair flowing down to her knees and beautiful hazel eyes, she had thin pouty lips and stood tall and slim. Princess Aurelia too was beautiful and much like her mother, her striking, fiery, copper hair was styled in an intricate updo decorated with beautiful pale pink pins that caught the sunlight and sent mesmerizing twinkling reflections off of the courtyard walls. Her big blue eyes were lined by a thick row of long curly eyelashes, she looked the picture of purity but her blue eyes hid a sense of cunning.

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

And then, after a while lazily changing the crotch, she induced herself to get up. As soon as she sat up, those long black tresses straightened on her back and some hair falling from the shoulders became a halo around her face. Along with the natural beauty in Renam Empire, there was also immense beauty in habitants. But at that time, that teenage girl sitting absent-mindedly on that bed was the youngest and most beautiful princess of this kingdom. Her complexion was like shining white milk, skin so transparent that it shone like silver in the light, existence like delicate and soft silk. Inky red big eyes and lips as red as dripping blood.

He just pretended she didn't exist, until she got up and left. The next one came later, but she wasn't a princess, but the daughter of a very rich duke. She was tall and she had black hair that had been tied into a bun, and adorned with golden pins. She wore a long purple dress that took her curves perfectly, while the gown flowed freely down from the knee. The up of the gown was open to reveal a slender neck and her boobs peeked out a little. The girl walked to the seat and made herself comfortable. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the infamous prince Raziel." She said without the usual smile the others had. Raziel noticed how she spoke with confidence. Even though the other princesses carr