Now, as she carries out her duties as the only heir to the throne, you lounge in a cushy armchair of the palace library, sporting a broken arm, cracked ribs and several cuts and bruises litered across your face and body. Despite being bloody and bruised, and consequently patched up, there's a strength, a sense of pride and honor to the way you carry yourself. She noticed that too on the previous evening.
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