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Silver heels sat in the grass of the green lands in Pyra Dame. Pyra Dame sat on the farthest south side near Dorne, but more north. Tahlia was the first of her name and the second oldest of the royal family in Pyra Dame. Her older brother was first in line for Pyra Dame's throne. She was small for her age but strong and fierce. She was kind as well. A leather black gown dragged across the ground as Tahlia walked through the grass, a golden colored crown rested in her brown hair as her blue eyes looked over the waters. She picked up a flat round black rock and skipped it into the water. "M'lady." One of the servants said bowing to her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, he returned the smile. "Your mother and father wish to speak with you." He said as she turned around and began walking with him. "Do you know what for?" She asked looking at him as he leaned down and picked up her shoes. "I'm only a servant m'lady." He said and she smiled. "You are my friend." She said wrapping her arm around his as he lead her to the throne room. He opened the throne room doors to reveal a dark organ room with black accents going through the room. "Tahlia" Her mother said smiling at her youngest child, Tahlia smiled at her mother. "We have guest coming, please take your seat next to your brother." Her father said walking back over to his throne while putting his crown on. "What's his name? "Markus."
