Quote: They say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs, on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the cold peak winds. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Observation: Whistling is deemed a socially acceptable past time... to the one doing it. To others it is an assault on the ears.
Overheard: She has all the signs of being a fun-loving teenager. She likes metal for instance, and has been to loads of gigs and festivals. But she's just not excitable and fun. She's lovely, but lacks a funny bone.
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