The king looked over when she sat next to him and gently, gravely inclined his head to her.
"Nothing is wrong, except perhaps a longing for home. There are rivers enough in my realm - not bright, sunlight ones as these are, or at least not within its borders, but they are nonetheless mine. This is not."
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"Nothing is wrong, except perhaps a longing for home. There are rivers enough in my realm - not bright, sunlight ones as these are, or at least not within its borders, but they are nonetheless mine. This is not."