Seconoria.
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It was hunting period in Seconoria and the princess too was going along with the knigts, hunters and guests.
"My lady would you bring back a flamingo to me?" Hannah asked Freya through the mirror.
Freya sighed, she didn't like being called 'my lady' because she believes it's a strange possesive pronoun but she would accept it just today because she was about to break her freinds heart, "Hannah if I shoot for a flamingo, it will be dead and then you will hate me for that" her explanation.
"You cannot keep a dead flamingo, it will lose─" Hannah cut the princess off with a downcast pout, "I understand!... but can you… maybe not kill it?"
Freya couldn't help the laugh that treathened to leave her throat, "No, Hannah, I cannot run after a flamingo for anybody" not even you, she wanted to add.
