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"MIO SOLARIS!" Esabel exclaimed as the crimson veils of the chamber parted. Her father only chuckled in front of her.
The words of the Princess were spoken in the archaic syverian tongue but translated into the shared language of the realm, it's meaning roughly comprehends as,
"Sweet Seventh Flame of mine!"
The words which resulted in the Princess's awe of the banquet before her were accentuated by the widening of her blue eyes.
King Arlon, who stood right in front of her turned with an easy smile to his daughter. His grin was teasing at Esabel's stunned countenance. He let her gaze wander for a moment, leaving her to her private thoughts.
