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𝓣he maiden gazed from the window of the rumbling carriage at the glowing lamplights and the rustling grass fanning the edges of the road to the crystalline palace of the swans. The night air kissed her cheek and she flushed, mesmerized by the taste of freedom, the alacrity with which she could move her limbs without the brace of golden chains that had held them for so long. Her heart leapt into the sky and fell when she recalled the purpose of the grand gala in the foreign land, which had once been her vassal. Once, her arrival would have been afforded the utmost respect, and the bowed necks of the citizens and soldiers the carriage passed would have honored her in their genuflection. Now she was a jealously guarded treasure being displayed for the pleasure of the new ruler.
𝓣he soaring crystal spires of the royal palace in Velearia seemed now to coldly judge her as she rode beneath their frosted edifice. The swans had been among her closest allies, wholly subordinate to her, but now her queenly crown had been replaced with the tiara of a princess. The grand ball to which she was being transported would be little more than a loyalty test put forth by the Emperor, her dour father. Anyone caught whispering words of support for the disgraced queen, the goddess made mortal, would be met with execution. Yet, despite all this, the lady's maids had dressed Aurelia in rustling layers of silk crinolines and a gown of silver and periwinkle thread as befit her station as the Emperor's only daughter. They affixed bows and ornaments into her hair, brooches of cabochon opals the color of a clear lake, and ribbons like the delicate fondant decorations on a celebratory cake.
𝕷ast were the glass slippers, blown that very morning, which glistened and glittered with corscuating light as though they were themselves a shard of the glass palace that soared now above her head as she slowly, reluctantly disembarked the handsome carriage. She dipped her head and took a quivering breath, then raised her roseate eyes and saw the imposing figure of her father standing there with his clawed hand outstretched.
"𝗘𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁."
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