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Lately, life for Princess Andrivete has been rather dull. She's been told that seraching for a husband is hard work, but then, she wouldn't really know. It's her uncle that's doing all the searching. She'll just be notified when he finds her one.
Not that Andrivete wants a husband. At least, not one chosen by her conniving, manipulative Uncle Ayglin. Naturally, she's been as uncooperative as possible, acting sullen and snappish and hiding for hours at a time. After all, she knows her home better than her uncle and his men.
Today, hiding is exactly what she intends to do, as she pulls open the door from her room, intent on retreating to one of the dusty upper rooms with a book.
Give her moment to realize this isn't the hallway she was expecting.
Typist: Princess Andrivete, from Arthurian legend, mainly Girart d'Amiens' Escanor.
Not that Andrivete wants a husband. At least, not one chosen by her conniving, manipulative Uncle Ayglin. Naturally, she's been as uncooperative as possible, acting sullen and snappish and hiding for hours at a time. After all, she knows her home better than her uncle and his men.
Today, hiding is exactly what she intends to do, as she pulls open the door from her room, intent on retreating to one of the dusty upper rooms with a book.
Give her moment to realize this isn't the hallway she was expecting.
Typist: Princess Andrivete, from Arthurian legend, mainly Girart d'Amiens' Escanor.