L. LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER

L. Let no man put asunder.

Tä-rinia

"Do you still wish that out babies be betrothed?" The king of Tä-rinia asked his beloved wife one cold morning.

The queen was dressed in a woollen robe and her head lay on her husband's thigh while their son sulked on the floor beneath them, hoping for his sister to come. It had been almost two weeks since the search for their princess had begun but she had still not been found. Not a trace of her could be seen anywhere.

"The king of Näruniä informed me about nine days ago that their child has been born. He said her name was Nä-ræl."

"Ah yes," the queen said, her eyes lighting up. "Nä-tâsha told me about it." The queen paused and furrowed her brows. "If they are okay with it. Maybe we should send a letter to them."

"Yes, yes, that is what I shall do." The king said.

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Two days later,

Näruniä