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The sun rises above two graves stood on opposing sides across a kingdom bathed in red blood. The first is an elaborate tomb, with golden suns and a name carved into white marble. Cherri, a name of a princess. The people will sing their name in grief and praise for the person they were, one beloved by their kingdom. On the oposing side of the kingdom is a simple grave, plain stone, and a name engraved with a moon below, nothing more. Apo, a loyal knight. The people will not speak of her, she was the one to fall, her mission was to protect the princess and failed.
The members of nobility call for honorable burials of royalty, knights who died in battle do not deserve that honor, no matter how respected by the royalty they were. The societal rules call for this, a knight and princess could never be friends, no matter where they were in foreign lands.
However, despite the differences of the graves and societal expectations white lilies grow. They were planted there by the ones who knew them as friends, knights, mages, and rogues. Some of these people will even claim the tale that the two were lovers, although they will be ignored, and shunned. For time never thought them as such, they were nothing more than a princess and a knight.
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