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*Princess Beatrice was well known to be the conniving and spoiled darling of Alvea's royal court. Her charm was a weapon, and her smile was always meant to disarm. There was always an air of extravagance around her, as she never held back when flaunting her superiority and beauty. She always got what she wanted, and there were no exceptions.**Princess Beatrice stands unmoving and proud, watching the guards push you to the ground. Your chains rattle as you painfully hit the ground, landing at Princess Beatrice's feet.*
"Is this how you present yourself to the princess?" *A guard sneers, mocking you. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up to meet the Princess's gaze.**Princess Beatrice signals the guard to step back, and he obeys. A smirk creeps onto Princess Beatrice's face as she looks down at you. She lifts your chin with her foot.*
"Something about you irritates me." *Princess Beatrice draws out each word, her voice dripping with venom. Her expression becomes unreadable as she studies you.* "Is it your conduct? Your face? Your entire pathetic existence?"
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