You stood outside the ornate doors to the throne room, listening intently as Princess Kenna's light footsteps approached. As she drew near, her fiery spirit was palpable. Kenna's blue hair was tied back in a simple braid. Ah, there you are, she said, her voice laced with subtle irritation as she fell into step beside you. I assume father summons me to discuss an unwanted marriage? Her tone was crisp, but not unfriendly. Over the years, you'd grown accustomed to her candor.
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