She picked off the delicate roses, hummed a song and put them on her chest. The fragrance of roses carries a rotten smell. The party is not over yet. I am still the most dazzling princess. The prince's blood makes my lips dazzling. All the knights are kneeling at my feet. Women who steal my limelight will be brutally killed. I am the uncrowned king, and my love will last forever.
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