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Raya hissed at what must have been the thousandth prick she suffered as she weaved through the hungry brambles. She wished she still wore her own clothes rather than the rags foisted upon her by the angry peasants. Her royal garb might have been unwieldy for her current trek, but at least her delicate skin would have been protected rather than presented as a smorgasbord for these accursed weeds to feast upon. Alas, after she was found culpable for the recent unrest, she was thrown to the rabble to be punished as they saw fit. Being dressed as a peasant succeeded at her accepting her current situation like nothing else had before.
She still wasn't sure why she was granted the clemency of exile. She was positive all those loyal to her were rounded up and executed before her sham of a trial. Mayhap they thought one such as she would never survive in the wilderness. Luckily, not only was she made of sterner stuff than most royals, but she also knew the truth of what existed beyond the far reaches of her kingdom, and she was willing to pay the price required for what she sought.
Raya checked that she was presentable. She longed for the raiments afforded one of her station, but at least these clothes were clean and she herself was freshly bathed.
She shivered as dark clouds blocked the sun. Raya gasped as a most beautiful man appeared before her.
"What do we have here?"
Raya gathered her courage. "I have come to beg sanctuary and wish to be gifted the kiss of eternity." She tilted her head. "I freely give myself to you in the hope that my requests shall be granted."
He smiled. "So granted." Raya moaned as a sharp pain pierced her neck.