Poet, Soldier, and a Princess.

Poet, Soldier, and a Princess.

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It was a special day for everyone in the kingdom of Vilaj lanmò, for they would have gotten a new queen. Everything was going perfectly, until a strange purple flame filled the kingdom. Only four survivors survive, a poet, a princess, the new queen, and a soldier. Are the Stars upset? And what is that strange thing that won't leave her alone? I'm rewriting this since a lot of characters have changed and so have relationships with other characters, and this will have extremely slow updates cuz I fr fr find it hard for motivation.
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