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The princess looked even more striking in her new stola. It fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Her dark hair was styled with the upper part pulled back, and the distinctive white strands framed her face. It was difficult to look away from her, but despite her beauty, she remained the same irritating princess I’d traveled and shared a tent with.
“Come, sit here, Princess Laelia,” my father said, indicating a seat on his left.
He was seated at the head of the table with my mother to his right. I sat next to my mother, and directly across from me was the princess, who was smoothing out her dress before taking her seat. Her gaze was as intense as ever, as if she were plotting how to dispose of us all.
“You must be hungry,” my fathe
