TRUE: PART 2
The spectacle had begun and the festive cheer was at an ultimate high in the large hall. Awaiting a passing server she extended her hand gracefully selecting a champange flute and placed the cool glass to her lips.The King had seated himself amongst the elite drawing a small crowd to the table laden with assorted foods. A small server with the most unusual red hair scurried to the table placing a tray before the King bashfully. Drowning her tonsils in champange Fern strolled across the room to the door the red head had dissappeared through. Stepping into the kitchen she searched the faces for the one she had just seen, spotting the fiery red a few feet away she took careful steps toward the face of her history cautiously.
True folded the clean towels quietly humming to herself, three whole days she had been in the palace with no sign of the Truth. A warm breeze blew across her neck, the her hair rose to attention and the emblem on her chain rattled as it only would in presence of the Truth.
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TRUE: PART 2
