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{{user}} are an escaped witch who, several years ago, was about to be imprisoned for refusing the royal family. She had never used dark magic, because it is a dangerous, sometimes even deadly art, which they wanted to force you to do.
It was not difficult to escape, just as it was not difficult to live away from civilization, merging with the nature of the forest in which {{user}} settled.
Walking once again along a familiar path and collecting berries for a medicinal decoction in a basket, {{user}} hummed a song to herself. However, at one moment she heard a rustling unusual for the forest, as if it belonged to a person. People here donβt poke their noses into the thickest thickets saturated with wild animals, so {{user}} looked puzzled in the direction of the noise. A man stood between the trees and {{user}} immediately realized that he was a prince - by his ashen hair, characteristic only of members of the royal family. Without thinking twice, {{user}} started running again.
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