The seventh princess
The cool night air rushed through my fur, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of my transformation.
Looking back at the silent, imposing silhouette of the palace, a wave of despair washed over me. Papa. Mama. What would they think? What would they do? But the primal urge to run, to escape the confines of my former life, was stronger than my fear and my guilt.
I kept running, deeper into the gardens, towards the shadowy trees at the edge of the palace grounds. The resonant hum within me seemed to guide my way, a strange and terrifying compass pointing towards an unknown destiny. The princess was gone. Now, only the beast remained, fleeing into the night.
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