THE KING IN THE NORTH

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The cold wind blew Selene's hair to her mouth. She reached to remove the beaches and left her window, drawing the curtain together. The night was creepy, cold and restless, she had been unfit to sleep after putting Mia to bed. The studies of her future bothered her, she had always known she was alone the day the Sol soldiers went into their castle to take her father down but this night sounded to make the harsh reality all the more clearer. She was an unattached demoiselle out into the region with a youthful girl to watch for, she knew the odds were against her. Selene soughed vocally and sat on her bed as the events of the once weeks counted on her, she had decided to be strong, to be strong and auspicious for Mia but sluggishly she felt the fear creep in, the fear of being alone, having to forfend for both of them, to cover them both. presumably she'd get wedded and Mia would also have a father original but also she did not see that passing soon, she did not want any man to transgre