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Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte
The princess of the Autumn Woods fell in love. She fell in love with the prince who, from the moment of his birth, was like a corpse. While the others in the forest were in high spirits upon his arrival, she simply gazed at him from afar. Even when the prince stood up, and even after she caught a glimpse of his heart, the princess never wavered.
It was the place discarded faeries gathered. Even though the prince ridiculed the other faeries as the dregs of Faerie Britain, he never did move his residence away from the Autumn Woods.
Whenever he did something good, he would carefully wash his hands in the forest river. Whenever he did something bad, he would collapse on a leaf while his wings were still dirty. The prince loathed everything about Britain. So too did he loathe the faeries of the Autumn Woods. But...
"I’m no god. You can't expect me to care for a bunch of losers who just disappear on their own."
Having learned what the prince truly despised, the princess promised herself she would flap her wings until the end for his sake, believing that she was the only fire that could warm his cold limbs.
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This is a fragment of an untold tale—the story of a proud princess a liar hid from the world.