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It was a beautiful day. Lumielle was sitting with Lyanna and Yennefer, her two ladies-in-waiting, as Lucius came up to them. "Princess, Lady Lyanna, Lady Yennefer," He bowed his head as Lumielle offered him the fourth seat. It had been a while since she had seen Lady Lyanna.
She looked as if she was glowing. Her auburn hair had been done up, the freckles on her fair kissing the sun, as her deep grey eyes sparkled in the light. Lyanna always flourished in the outdoors, as the Saintess, she stepped through the mud to hug the young commoners who flocked to touch her. She was a symbol of justice until Lumielle had tarnished it.
Yet, she didn't kill her. Someone else had. Evangeline had died for it.