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Shadow's if the Royal Crown

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This is a fantasy story, the story is about this girl that finds herself being a princess her parents dead, her family no more, her sister the evil princess that she has a war with

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I wanted to let y'all know that some sense, there will also be gore and blood. If uncomfortable please leave!!! Thank you have a nice day🥰All Rights Reserved

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Astraea

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