myth
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Two queens majestic and powerfulBound by fate divineThough they had never metAnd would never meet in this corporeal realmTheir journeys intertwinedWith the destinies of their kingdomWhere one would unbind her hair in victory and freedomAnd the other in grief and lamentation As one’s husband cut down the other’s,Slaves as they were to their own purpose.
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A bustling street with houses on both sides. People selling wares, people screaming instructions and gossip over balconies, leaning precariously out, not a care in the world. The riot of noises, colours and smells would make any human not of this street swoon. But not the residents. They thrived in the multitudinous miasma that comprised
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Tired of all the animosities, atrocities and the rampant intolerances advocated by the crown, Prachulakta decided to renounce his queen. It was an unprecedented move and nobody knew how to deal with such lunacy. The queen’s advisors tried to charge him with treason but the man was such an eloquent orator, and his advocacy was



