Alieana took her annual stroll through the capital. She did not need guards, for no one in Tranneira dared to assault her. She passed the Магазин owned by Houcanra, father of Tcanous, who was constantly trying to catch her eye. She waved at Houcanra, who waved back. Tcanous came around the corner of his father’s Магазин and their home.
“Hello, Princess Alieana,” He greeted her, bowing.
“Hello, Tcanous,” She said, looking straight ahead and continuing her walk. He jogged to catch up with her. She already memorized the way he looked, since he...
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