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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Days and weeks passed by in a blur. The gloomy days are now welcomed by the bright sun. Brightly shining and illuminating the Kingdom of Hymir. Morrigan didn't notice how the days goes by for she had shut herself in the palace, going back and forth of her office, then teaching Rita calligraphy, and taking care of Colfre who is now recuperating well. She had not taken any rest from the state affairs and she just found herself a time to sit by the tree in the garden, reminiscing of the past how she and her sister read books or sing folklore under the tree. Despite the weather slowly getting humid, Morrigan still wears clothes of dark and dull colors, if not a striking red dress like what she was wearing as she rests by the tree. With a black bodice hugging her body, and a tunic under her bodice. Giving it an illusion of flowy sleeves that drapes her arms. The hem of her dress is not as heavy as her usual skirts. Wearing fewer petticoats made her move freely and a lot of unconstraint.
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