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Somewhere in the vast city of Daeth, in the highest tower of the castle, a maiden most fair was sitting at a lavish vanity and combing her long golden hair. To most it would seem to be the start of a wonderful fairy tale, but in truth it was just the beginning to a usual evening for "Princess" Hinonia. She wasn't really a princess, though her family certainly held enough power for her to be called one. No, she was just a lovely girl lucky enough to be born as the legitimate child of Lord Ravordel and his wife. She had other siblings of course, all brothers who were fighting for her father's position, but she was truely lucky for she was the only daughter and there for her future was settled as she would be married off to someone of equal, if not greater, status.
She set down her comb gently, as her hair was now silky and smooth, and looked upon herself in the mirror before her. Though she was lovely, far lovelier than most, she had yet meet a suitor of any kind. None came to the door asking her father for her hand, no man threw her a flower sweetly during the citys holiday parades, no general or king seemed to take interest at the balls that her family held. It was very strange to her, not that she was narsacisstic, she just couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with her. When one held so much power and beauty that usually attracted people, at least it did in the stories she read before bed. Maybe she just wasn't social enough, maybe she was to quiet and shy to make powerful men notice her...Or maybe she just wasn't their type. Whatever the case was it only brought lonely sighs from Hinonia and forced the girl to berate herself more in the mirror.
Finally, after growing tired of her reflection and having finished with her usual cleansing routine, she got up from her vanity and walked over to her large bed, the silk and satin sheets a bright white. Her nightgown crawled up annoyingly as she climbed the side of the tall bed, it being more of a mountain than a place to sleep. She flopped into the bed, unladylike to say the least, and let out one more sigh before slipping under her covers and turning to the candles closest to her bed to blow them out, leaving only one or two still burning to allow her to see if she needed to later that night. Yes, it was just another usual night for the sweet "Princess" of Daeth, but fate had other plans for the sleeping girl...