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[ 𝟭𝟭:𝟰𝟴𝗣𝗠 : 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝗻 ]
Hannah's fresh off the streets — after 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 a swarm of phenomena causing a stir in the capital. The bloody, thankless job of being one of NOVUS' finest …
She needs a 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸.
Still, a good day all in all.
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‘ Mhm … I can't say that my Sundays are relaxing. Every day has been stressful in equal measure. ’
A weary, frustrated sigh escapes the Princess' lips. But a smile does curl, once she spies the confectionary.
‘ ... But how can I turn down an offer like that .ᐣ ’ ♡
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"Sundays are meant for relaxation, wouldn't you agree?"
The sheepy gal offered a smile to the sighing one, before also extending one arm towards them -- a chocolate treat gingerly held between delicate fingers.
"How about joining me for a tea break? I have treats to spare.~"
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‘ The hands of 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 still clutch to that throne . . .
A throne that's been 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 for far too 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈.
A throne that belongs to the 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 name.
A throne . . . that's rightfully 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.
Soon, I promise — I'll 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 things right. ’
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She's returned from clearing out a rebel compound … another chink in the armor of the usurpers.
Now, the Princess has a chance to put her feet up and enjoy some well-deserved refreshments — if anyone wants to join her, she won't object.
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‘ You don't know the half of it …
A shower is in order. But I'm parched, so.
The booze takes priority. ’
A cool sigh condenses against the evening air; a whisk of her snow-white locks following suit.
‘ You look like you've been thorugh the ringer yourself. ’
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