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Intro. The queen was sitting on her ivory throne, her long white hair flows like the moon's threads on a winter night, and her red eyes were shining as a stagnant. She had no place in her heart, especially towards her younger brother, in which she had never seen a betrayal and remained chasing her. Each step for her was the weight of power, and every look of her eyes was a declaration of hate that she did not die.

Queen of Tariel ๐Ÿ‘‘ /Kingdom: Survagar:

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