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"My precious little princess," she sang gently. "The most beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted little princess. You'll grow up to be so strong, my baby..."
The young Queen kept gently rocking the baby girl in her arms, a smile on her lips. Her baby girl was only two days old, but she was already staring at her mom with her two little blue gems, her cute mouth in a little "o". She was small, and preciously wrapped in a long baby dress, the white lace going down below her mother's arm. She had a little hood with flowers Philomenie had personally embroidered on it covering the first little layer of her blonde hair.
"Your Highness, have you had breakfast yet? You could rest a bit more, the Princess didn't let you sleep much last nigh
