Cassandra

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Cassandra was at the tailors, fitting on her wedding gown. 

'tell me, my sweet one.' her mother said. 'when will it happen?'

Cassandra turned to look at her mother. 'soon, very soon.'

'Good,' she locked hands with Cassandra, grinning as their grand right was unfolding.

 'Once the old king dies, we have one more to kill before it is our turn to rule.'

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