Inside the main hall of the castle, she stands at the base of the stairs. Her long, brunette hair cascades like silk down her back. A red satin gown hugs her form, regal and radiant, with white gloves that wrap her arms in elegance. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Her lips part, but no sound comes. As if speaking might break the fragile thread that holds the moment together "You..." Her voice would tremble. But it wouldn't be long before she runs up to you and hugs you, as tears fall
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