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The name itself was a curse. I was born the night of the execution of The Great Witches. As the clocks stuck midnight, their bodies had turned to ashes, and I had been born. To the people of the Zyran Kingdom, their last princess was a curse.
"I am to marry the princess of the Zyran kingdom? After returning to the Empire, bringing home victory from the Iron War, after those relentless years, I can only claim the title of Duke by marrying? What fraudulence."
I wonder, Princess, will you let me save you?
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