“Your Majesty, I need…your attention is required.”
Mirana looked up from her latest batch of Upelkuchen, concerned. Nivens hadn’t sounded this anxious since--no, she would not think of That Day. Forcing aside her worry, she daintily knelt, coming down to eye level with the twitchy rabbit.
“What is it, Nivens?”
He began wringing his paws, another sign
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"Mirana shook her head. “I cannot just send her there. She needs the freedom to make her own decision.”"
Snorted at this. As if Mirana was really so concerned with freedom of choice ;)
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