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There, on the a tower of her castle, the Queen was looking at a ship sailing away.
Hours before, she decided to show benevolence to the Southern Island, sending the traitor home. But now, alone, she couldn't not think how the story would have been different, if only he would've chosen to woo her. She dreamt for a while on a man that saved her that night on the mountain, a man that maybe she could have changed in better.
Hearing Anna calling for her from the garden, she regained her composure.
No, she thought, no man can really change.