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Thunder crackled overhead, echoing across the castle walls. She stared ominously out of the French windows, as the kingdom suffered greatly. Gripping the hard stony surface of the window seat, Heather worried about her Mother, who had run out of the castle walls one day to help the suffering town below. Storms had struck the kingdom all week, and her kind- hearted mother was re-building walls and muddy houses. She sighed. Since when were royals supposed to act like peasants? But Heather could not bring herself to hatred. Heather herself loved visiting her best friend, Marilyn, inside the safety of the peasant’s homes. Suddenly, there was a loud noise.