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An hour passed, Emilia was sitting in her chair as usual, she was looking at the pen, trying to figure out whose it was. Crimson crows were not uncommon in the kingdom, but demons. There have been no demons in the kingdom since its foundation, because they were considered a product of evil, and not people, not angels, did not want to have anything to do with them. To tell the truth, Emilia always wanted to make friends with a demon, after all, can't all demons be cold-blooded murderers? In any case, her father would not be satisfied with such a situation, because he forbade her to be friends, even with simple, poor citizens of her kingdom, so in the list of her friends, there was only a rich nobility with whom Emilia was not particularly friends, except for a girl named Sophia, she had short black hair that emphasized her bright green eyes, she herself was quite tall, and two years older than Emilia Katrina, the maidservant, came into the girl's room. "hello, Princess Emilia," the girl said in her gentle voice, "your father is waiting for you in the refectory with the guests," Katrina said and left the room. Emilia got up from her chair and thought about who the guests were, she didn't have to think for a long time, because obviously it was a business conversation with the queen and the prince of the heavenly kingdom. Undoubtedly, the prince was handsome, his hair was the color of sand and his eyes were the color of a nut, but the girl did not like him in love, she talked to him after the announcement of the upcoming marriage, he was also not particularly happy. Emilia went into the refectory, her father and the queen of the heavenly kingdom were sitting at the table, the prince was sitting a little further away. Emilia approached the guests, bowed slightly and greeted them affectionately, as was customary in their family. She sat down on the "royal" Chair. there were many different dishes on the table, and there was a bottle of expensive wine "justice" On the label of which it was written "strictly after fourteen" The girl always laughed awkwardly at the ambiguity of this amendment. The father, drinking wine from a beautiful glass, began to talk about where the wedding would be held. In the very garden where Mom died. When the king finished his rant, Princess Emilia and the prince went for a walk in this garden.***
Fucked up," said Emilia, after a walk in the garden. Unable to hold back her tears, the girl jumped on the bed, plunged into a velvet blanket with her head, and pulling her favorite toy, a snow leopard, began to cry into it.