"This is soo boring." Dykoria muttered to herself.
"Well you're the one who was begging to come." Arawil stated.
"Well, so what? This IS boring." Dykoria gave a sigh, and handed her horse off to one of the elven guards. "Be a dear, and watch him for me." She left with the others to seek an audience, before the guard could reply.
"What a weird girl." He shook his head and led the horse to the stable area.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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