Prologue

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The queen stared out the window of her bed chambers. She was sitting in a small chair in her night clothes. Her dark blonde hair lay down her back in long waves. Her piercing blue eyes staring out into the night sky. Queen Cheyenna of Galicia had a horrible feeling tonight. She was quite wise and her wisdom was to be listened too. Altough she didn't expect to be getting bad feelings about something.  Her majesty glances over at her husband, King Alex, who was sleeping in the bed. He was sleeping quietly. The queen could barley see his chest moving in the dark. The only light came from the bright full moon outside illuminating the palace gardens. But even still it was dark inside the room and all was quiet. The queen looked back out the window and sighed again.
"Tonight will bring a horrible piece of news to this kingdom. If I only knew what it was." She mutters softly to herself and with another sigh, the Queen gets up out of the chair and slides into the bed next to her husband, reluctant to see what the new day will bring.

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