Chapter Eight

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He explained to me that he wanted me to make this new land home, as much of a home as I could make it. My dad told me to have fun but we have an important meeting tomorrow so I should not stay out late.. I couldn't imagine staying out late, I mean what would we even do? Everything I had seen so far since being here went against my inner nature.

Roaming through the forest at night, wild adventures, unknown dangers, and dancing around a huge ballroom in a huge fancy ball gown. No. no. no, and no. None of this was like me at all... When my father was done speaking with me, his many guards surrounded him to escort him back to his room. I headed back in the direction of Sydney, Thomas, and Frances.

They all stood in the same spot talking among themselves. The group of them started yelling as I came closer, "okay so we know that your actual coronation ceremony is tomorrow and that you will need rest but we are going out tonight" Thomas said. 

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