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Everyone bowed and curtsied as they saw me.
I was told to see the people in the Little village.
They seem well to do. Nor what I had expected like the rumors had said. That the people were suffering and so much more.
As we made our way through the crowd, the energy shifted. At first, it was subtle—a few murmurs, whispered words exchanged among the villagers—but then, it grew louder.
The cheers became a mix of jeers and discontented mutterings. My heart quickened, sensing the change in the air, but I kept my smile in place, determined to remain composed.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd, sharp and accusatory. “Murderer! Traitor! You support the death of our beautiful princess!”
I froze, the words hitting me like a physical blow. My eyes darted around, trying to find th
