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The princess was even more beautiful in her new stola. It fit her just right, hugging her around her curves, and leaving little to the imagination. Her dark hair was free, but the upper part had been pulled higher and she had her unique white strands of hair framing her face. It was hard to take my eyes off her. But while she was very beautiful looking, she was still the same annoying little princess I had had the joy of traveling with and sharing a tent with.
“Come, sit here, Princess Laelia,” my father said, pointing to a seat on his left side.
He was sitting at the end with my mother on his right side. I sat to my mother’s right, and right in front of me was the princess, who was smoothing out her dress, before sitting down. She still had that deadly stare, as if she was just
