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There was a slight chill in the air, though it was still boiling, just like every day and night in the distant country. The wind was weak, but still strong enough to blow the young queen’s hair aside, leaving her neck exposed, showing off the newly acquired wound she received from the man she was to marry come the morn. This was not a happy marriage. It had been arranged by her greedy uncle, after the wealth of the trading family, and to provoke further war between many countries. The uncle was a pig, and the man, little off a monster. The thought of becoming his made Kyou’s blood boil with rage, and at the same time fear. In the