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White
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Frozen
It began as an act of rebellion against all the signs of decay within the Golden Hall. Darkness veiled the bright tapestries from older times; dust grew upon the elaborate carvings created for long-dead kings. An air of neglect fell upon the house of her ancestors.
But she refused to accept that pervading sense of hopelessness. Valor and renown awaited beyond the shadowed walls of her prison – and as she put on her white dress each morn, she regarded it as a beacon for her rescuer. She would maintain the purity of her dreams even under this growing gloom.