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Syphron walked through the garden. She held up her dress with every step she took. Her dress was navy blue, with a bow, and so were her bloves. Her hair was held up in a bun, and a yellow bow in her hair. She were a pearl necklace and a golden crown sat upon her head. The 16 year old princess spent a lot of her time out here. She picked out a beautiful white rose. Maybe father would like one. She told herself and headed to the throne room, where he was most likley paying taxes or something.
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