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She nodded, "They’ll take care of Astrid and Frida, it’s not for the others to speak about." She sat beside him, "It’s like how Cerilla and Jasmine brought their own maids and servants with them."

Astrid sat beside them and threw a smile toward Arad. "Even if we aren’t inheriting this land, we’re still princesses."

Frida added with a sombre face as she looked at the rest of thei ...

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