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They say, there was a princess who tried running away with a maid, a woman, on the day of her marriage. If only she had not been so childish the kingdom might have finally established a cordial relationship with their neighbour. I hear the prince of that kingdom was sick; beautiful boy with hair as light as wheat but sick as rot, more so after he killed the princess's sister and her twin, the one he was supposed to marry, some years before that. Where would we have ever gotten this chance again? I hear the knights had killed that wretched maid and a guard of the princess's but could never find the maid's body. The guard was found and beheaded, had his head hung up at the town hall. It's been years since. The princess was never found.
OR:
Them in a recurring loop of different universes. Why are we never together? What must we do to break this fate?
Because this is how the story always ends.
This is how it is meant to be.
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