Poor Princess Aryn

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"Take a seat, child." At Liira's insistence I sat down only to rise back up and continue my pacing. "I– I can't." My heart wouldn't let me. All the bloody visions conjured up by my mind kept me on my toes. Eugan would tear them apart. Every one of them. And it would be my fault. I'd sent men to their deaths. Some future queen I was. The tent which had been alive with conversation just a while ago was now silent, save for the swishing of my gown as I paced from one end of the temporal shelter to the other. The place was too silent for me. Or perhaps it was all the unease I felt which stemmed from all this waiting I had been forced to endure. They’d been no news. For the longest time, no guard had appeared to bring word from the battle front. And as the sun began to set I dreaded what t

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