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The mare walked angrily in the castle, slamming the throne room doors open. On the throne stood Beira, laying on a side, with her head hanging over the edge of the throne, looking straight at the door. She didn’t look like she’d been crying, but tears were flowing from her cheeks, dripping on the floor. The throne room, as well as the whole castle, was covered in jewels and silver ornaments, giving it a solemn and royal look. Despite that, there wasn’t a single guard to be seen anyw...