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[sub][i][color=C22941]You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me.[/color][/i][/sub]

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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]The tragic passing of Prince Quincy Seara Lloyd of Mbrëmje in a helicopter accident just a month shy of their wedding day had left Princess Marcela Castillo of Aragonia in a state of deep despair. The spark in her brown eyes had disappeared, her smile became a myth, and her once proud, arrogant demeanor was reduced to a shadow of itself. Grief had consumed her whole, tearing her down in ways she’d never thought possible. After attending her lover’s funeral, Marcy had decided to step away from the limelight in order to heal the immense pain of her broken heart. In fact, it had been a full year since the last time the young royal was seen before disappearing from the public eye…

That was, until tonight.

Receiving the invitation to Princess Vivian’s wedding had been a bittersweet moment for Marcy. At first, she’d felt faint inklings of joy for her good friend’s upcoming nuptials, feeling happy that she’d found her soulmate. But then came that pang in her chest as she remembered Quincy, and all feelings of excitement and happiness were once again replaced by pain, grief and a sea of tears. The invitation was soon left forgotten somewhere in her apartment, purposely away from sight in order to avoid any more unwelcome memories. It went without saying that she would [i]not[/i] be attending the event…

Or so she thought.

After Marcy had declined the invitation, it was decided that her father and stepmother would be the ones attending the wedding in representation of Aragonia. As fate may have it, both royals came down with the flu two days before they were scheduled to fly to Aciras, and were quarantined by their doctor. Because the couple’s children were underage, the responsibility of representing her country fell on Marcela’s shoulders. And despite numerous protests, Marcy soon found herself all packed up and on a plane to Aciras.

The preparations for the night of the welcome ball had been a blur for Marcela. A team of stylists, hair and makeup artists were tasked with making the sole Aragonian princess look her best. She slipped on the [url=https://i.redd.it/4zavtlr23pr11.jpg]long-sleeved, V-necked lavender blue dress her stylists had picked out, the matching white heels and the complementing jewelry[/url] before taking a seat in the makeup chair. After encounters with makeup brushes, setting spray, blow dryers and hair spray, the stunning [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2220/8059/products/product-image-602847859_1024x1024.jpg?v=1554240813]diamond and gold tiara[/url] was gently placed atop her head, and Marcela Castillo finally emerged as a new woman.

It only took a few minutes for the brunette to arrive at her destination. As soon as she’d stepped foot inside the ballroom, she could feel the eyes of the other royal attendees digging holes in her back, and hear their whispers buzzing around the room-- probably outraged at her untimely arrival or shocked at her mere presence. But just as she’d done before, Marcy didn’t let any of it bother her. Instead of cowering away like she would’ve done months before, the young woman kept her head held high, carrying herself with the confidence and poise that characterized her even when her life had fallen apart.[/indent][/indent][/color]