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Lyra came out and landed gracefully on the ground below with a light tap. Her own head remained raised high and her face remained composed. That is except for her eyes which burned with rage and a deep loathing. "You useless pr*ck!" she said in a harsh tone and went to slap him. Her hand however was simply caught by the prince and after a little fighting she submitted to being pulled through the city.
Through clenched teeth she watched gazed upon the familiar blue hair that parted like water when the prince approached. This was humiliating, but things could be worse she supposed. She could still be inside the prince's vial of water. Of course, she almost wished she was simply because it would be alot easier to prove her case if the King could see her treatment, however she had an ace up her sleeve. With her hand she reached up and touched her neck which now only contained one necklace. Her vial of water. A small smirk threatened to appear on her face, but she held it back.
((TADA! ^-^))
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