King Elk Forest se-n-pa-i

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There was something satisfying to have others bow to her so. Perhaps this is what her father wanted, how he thrown away even his family to be the perfect Crowned Prince, but never seemed to achieve. Célnes always did wonder what her Grandfather was thinking, how he never seemed to name an appropriate heir, but perhaps on his dying bed in the fires did he so. She would never know, for she was too busy running away, and hearing the cries of falling bretheren.

Survival of the fittest.

"Walk with me? I would like to see your route."