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As a child, she'd loved being a princess. She'd been loved, indulged, adored. Only as she got older did she begin to see the darkness all around her and realize that she couldn't stay as she was; isolated in the castle worrying more about her hair than about the state of the Galaxy


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The Only Hope of the Princess and the Rebels

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