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view on Heera, but Lean could not believe that precisely the bravest candidates could not manage to pick the berries.
    "Have not you gone along on the search?" He asked in disbelief.
    The sisters looked at each other, but then both shook their head. However, none of them was able to look him in the eye.
    ""I am sure we would both meet your expectations," said Heera with dull voice.
    "In fact", agreed formally to Niobe.
    On seeing Lean, Heera said to the Queen. "Maybe you should send me home. It seems to me that I do not fit here. "
    Lean was surprised and at the same time shocked by her proposal, which came just from his mother. "We will discuss it," the queen assured her as she stared at Lean wordlessly. He did not expect! Ironically Heera was now leaving on a voluntary basis? Why had she then ever advertised? It seemed rather as if the girl did not even begin to fight. Something had happened in the forest and he would find out what it was!
    Apart from Agnes, Erina and Medea succeeded, also Phoibe, Xenia and Acelya found the strawberries. Thus Silas had won the bet. Lean had promised him for it, to make him known with Daphne, on whom his friend had thrown an eye from the very beginning.
    Heera sat on her bed and was combing her long hair thoughtfully. . The Elena or Medea had always been at home for you.. She had always been reluctant, but now she missed the closeness of her sisters. Medea was just a room away from her and appeared to her anyway in the distant future. The castle and the pretentious luxury had always been uncomfortable for her, but she had never felt so lonely. At least her she could count on her sister: First of all she was here, only because of her. Even though it hurt her that Medea no longer wanted to have her close to her, she could also have tried to understand her. The castle dwellers and nobles whispered whenever she entered the room. She has not done anything, except satisfying herself with insurgent feeling, but Medea was ashamed of her. Although her ​​mother would be disappointed with their early return, it was more important to her that Medea was happy. And if the chances of Medea, to get hold of the prince gets better by Heera leaving the place, she was more than happy to do so.
    Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. Heera looked surprised. Medea came to her to apologize?
    "Come in," she exclaimed excited and craned her neck toward the door, which now opened with a soft creak. Prince Lean came into the room. Heera stared at him with large eyes. "What do you want here? She burst out indignantly. She could see a grin passed over his mouth before he sat down on a chair and looked at her carefully. A candle burned beside her bed and gave a dim light. Heera crisscrossed and kept her arms across her chest defiantly. She wore only a nightgown.
    "Excuse the late disruption," Lean sat politely. "For me, today's day, was not a good day, and I want to ask you something."
    Heera shrugged  her shoulders seemingly uninterested. In truth, the prince made a surprise appearance that she would have never expected in life. "Do you want me to pack my suitcase?"
    "No!" He replied a little too quickly and vigorously, and then fell into silence. "To be honest, Heera, I cannot understand how you could not win the test. Previously I was asked as to who would win it, I would have put my bet on you. "
    His confession was completely overrun. She had always assumed that he would not suffer any more than her. As Lean saw her wide eyes, he began to laugh. "Don't worry, this is not a love confession. I only assumed that you were most familiar one in the forest. "
    You gave a relieved sigh from and countered: "We both know that knowledge about the events of the forest were not necessary for this task. No one knows the forest better than I do and since my childhood I have not encountered once a cabin in the woods. How did you do that?" there was an honest interest in her voice.
    "I am the future King of Chóraleio. To

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