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This is an intro to my story, and if you like it, please check it out! Thank you.
Tonight is the great ball and every royal, count and other highly ranked officials would be visiting, except for one person.
There was a chamber at the far end of the great palace, where hardly any activities take place.
The chamber is usually very quiet; very less guards or servants could be seen there.
Far back at the very end of the balcony, a small figure was lying with her tear strained face, yet she had a soft charm on her face.
She was a beauty on earth. It was chilly, yet she laid glued to the railing.
She was facing the starry sky, staring at the moon.
Her eyes were twinkling as she admired her Moon, her hair long swaying with the wind; creating a mesmerising sight and alluring sound while playing her Baansuri (flute)
Her small lips which were slightly kissing the baasuri were wobbling; another trail of tear fell down her doll like eyes.
The sound of Baansuri floating into the air; disappearing.
It was her chamber.
Rajkumari Mayurika.
The one whom hardly anyone knows about. A little Sparrow trapped in a golden cage.
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