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They waited in front of the Princess’s quarters: Zina, Amare, Angel and Marjani. Somehow, word had gotten to Marjani in the dorms and she appeared there with a speed that could be likened to lights. Zina was still very worried, and Amare gently stroked her knuckles, giving her a thousand reasons not to worry. With her other hand that Amare didn’t claim, she held Angel tightly. They all knew what was going on but Marjani didn’t. “What is—is something actually wrong in there?” she eventually asked, looking at no one in particular. Only one person would decide to answer her, and we know who that is. “No, it’s not a big deal. Everyone seemed fine,” Angel responded. “Oh.” Marjani nodded, not quite convinced. “The Princess, is she fine?” The
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