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“As will I,” she replied with a small sigh. “But illness had plagued my army. I need these potions perfected. I will not be able to rest or think about this wedding until they are well again. I hope you understand.”

It was yet another day in the White Queen’s potions room as she was working on a new concoction, gliding about and singing a lively tune to herself. Little did she know there was someone there to hear it. Quite startled, she whirled around to see her love there. She blushed at the compliment, setting her ingredients down before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “TikTok, my dear, what are you doing here?”