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Elegia did what she could to her appearance. She was sure that if she just had had the crowns a nicer new dress might have been better for the occasion. She hoped the duke and especially his son would like the woman inside the dress no matter the dress was like.
Usually they did...
She shifted in her seat and wrapped her cloak around her. It was colder than she had anticipated but the city looked awesome.
"I'm well ready..." she mumbled to the driver under her breath. She was interested to see what was waiting for her, what the duke had planned for his son.
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Every action we take, everything we do, is either a victory or defeat in the struggle to become what we want to be.
-Ninon de Lenclos, french courtesan, 17th century
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