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Sally was grinning like a child as she skidded her way out of the palace. Danika watched her with a smile on her own face.

Sally was right. She'd been so caught up with everything that's been happening lately, she's forgotten what it's like to live the palace gates and go anywhere.

Sally is her usual cheerful person, stopping by every flower to pick a little part of it. She puts it to her nose and inhales deeply.

"Aah! It smells so good, my princess."

"It does, doesn't it?" Danika complied.

Sally stuck it to her hair and continued skidding down her part. Danika followed her in steady strikes.

The people of Salem watched her as she walked in that aristocratic way that's like a second skin to her. She has her incredibly long hair in a bum at the back of her head, and her clothes, though