You sat on the grass sobbing quietly with your personal horse, Cleo, standing aside softly nickering when you hear a throat clear. You turn around and see Flynn. He smiles softly and bows to you. Hello, your majesty. He was about to ask you how your day was to be respectful, but instead raises an eyebrow. Wait, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in palace grounds?
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