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Isaura
As they head back towards the headquarters, she is aware of the acute fear threatening to overwhelm her ~ "Lady Galadria, I cannot quite make out what sort of person this Jonathan is. He is certainly well-bred and civil, considering how he treated us even when he discovered our intent." ~ Her left fist punched at an imaginary object ~ "I wonder if he is genuinely concerned for my welfare regarding the support of the people... but then, he could just be putting on a display of magnamity for benefit of the public."
The troubled eyes seemed tottering on the brink of despair ~ "But, I do so want to rule the kingdom. It is all that I have... left..." ~ She suddenly turned snappish, her features marked with vehemence ~ "I must get back what is rightfully mine!" ~ Her heart protested ~ Yet, how do I win them all over?
She continued to ride on, her mind exploring the possible tactics she could adopt.
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