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Liandra´s body was once more feeble and soft, but her spirit hardened from months of hardship in the wilderness. She wasn't inclined to start screaming like a spoiled brat, she steeled her heart and faced her friend.

"Snow, this is the real me. I am Princess Liandra, of Luxius." Her tone had majesty, even if she merely wished to be matter of fact. She stood, rubbing her hurt arm. "The enchantment wore off... Altima, the person who had stolen my shape, that was the person I resembled. This is my real form" And still she couldn't help but feel sad, she was getting used to the strength and stamina Altima had.

"Witch" Snow snarled, but Liandra wasn't so sure. What she knew was ""If I have my body back... she will probably also have hers back. When I ran away..."

Liandra´s heart returned to her kingdom, and to her family. It had been more than half an year since she last had any contact with them. Did Altima return in her place? Did she enjoy the royal privileges?

Or did she had more nefarious plans?

"I made a grievous mistake... I though she was just after my life... but now I realize, my kingdom is in danger!"

The confused Winter Wolf growled, and Liandra had to begin again. Which was good, what is the princess going to do?