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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
"Your Highness, Lord Toiba wants to seek audience..."
Morrigan placed the warm cup of fresh juice on a coaster as she flips her book. Showing disinterest to the familiar name that is waiting outside of her room, behind the closed doors. Her eyes dart simply to the closed doors thinking carefully if she will acknowledge the minister waiting for her orders. Morrigan's glanced sideways to the guard kneeling beside her. His head is bowed down on the floor as he waits for the princess' orders. She heaved a sigh, propping one of her arms as she stare out of the skies and the horizons. Her eyes staring out of the kingdom, solace visible in her eyes as she looks at the kingdom with great contentment, her hand caressing the slight bump at her tummy. The wind howls as the cold air around her hugs her body. She shivered slightly by the cold wind that kissed her skin. She didn't say anything to address the man waiting behind the doors, she picked up to where she was
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