With a brush of her fingers against a misplaced strand of her hair, Queen Mara readjusted herself amongst the throne that sheβd claimed, her body lounging in the too large seat.
How boring. How dreary. Where was the excitement that she was so desperately craving?
βFeet on the ground, just what the doctor called for~β
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