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Rhylin was not born into the life she longed to live. But who was she to complain; she was a princess. Palace life had treated her well, and she had been raised in blissful ignorance of the horrors of the world. As all children did, she idolised her father. Until she learnt just who he was, and what he planned to do to the image of the perfect world she had sewn into her young mind. This story is one of my first, and I am looking for criticism along the way. I will warn you now that it is a slow burn, however I do have plans to be publishing one shots along the way. Also note that this story is only on its second draft, so there may well be changes in the future. Thank you so much to anyone who has read even this far, and to anyone who goes further, I hope you enjoy. Cover art by K. D. Richie, found on pinterest.
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