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XI – Golden days
“That girl is planning something nefarious; something truly wicked behind my back. Like a snake waiting for me to lower my guard before it strikes. She’s bidding her time, ooh; she’s definitely bidding her time... I just know it–I can FEEL IT!” Queen Ysabel exclaimed with a feverish certainty, pacing back and forth inside her lavish chamber in front of her magic mirror, her golden heels making a clicking sound in the marbled floor, “Maybe I should try making a move on the boy-knight of her’s this time…”
“What? Why?”
“Why the hell not–oh I DON’T KNOW!” the Queen made a grand, careless sweep of her arm, not bothering to look at her reflection, “For all I know, seeing her cry and wail over her precious friend's corpse might make me feel
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