Dream, struggle, create, prevail. Be daring. Be brave. Be loving. Be compassionate. Be strong. Be brilliant. Be beautiful. ~ Caterina Fake
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Several months had passed, and the kingdom was in disarray. The second prince's rule had taken a dark turn, burdening the people with excessive taxes and exacerbating their suffering while amassing his wealth. Queen Liora, though facing this storm of turmoil, found strength within her for the sake of her unborn child. Leaving the kingdom was never an option; she had her son to consider, the heir to the throne.
Every day, she would gaze at her husband's portrait, feeling a mix of emotions. "Your baby is healthy, and I'll fight for justice," she would murmur to the image, renewing her determination to restore peace and prosperity to the land.
In the midst of the kingdom's unrest, the shadow guard appeared with grave news. "My queen, there's a protest in the city," he informed her, a sense of urgency in his voice.
"What has caused this?" she inquired, her concern deepening.
"The people are demanding their rightful ruler," he answered before vanishing into the shadows.
Moments later, the guards entered to relay the dire situation. "My queen, the city is in chaos," they reported, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.
"I will go and face the people," she declared, her resolve unwavering.
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