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the book having now grown acustomed to the Reader's strange alterations adjusted itself accordingly
his heart leaped as she descended the stairs, this time she came dressed as if she had risen from his very wardrobe, though the clothes that he wore did not seem to hold the same sweep and charm as his beauty's own version, though he found it strange that this time unlike the others she was dressed as a man. "my beauty!" he all but shouted towards her, "you came!" as she drew closer he noticed something even stranger than the dress of her, on her feet were a pair of beautiful dancing slippers. he recognised them instantly, long ago when he was small a peddler came to the gates of the castle begging for bread, he had not known better and had found the strange old man something to eat, as a thanks the man gave him those shoes and told him a secret tale, one of dragons and snow and a fairy queen in white slippers, was told of how a young man stole those shoes and how the fairy queen would one day return for them. jerial had believed the man then but over time his faith was lost, the shos he had hidden in the farthest back corner of his wardrobe, he had forgotten about the shoes but seeing now, his beauty coming down the steps he understood, she was the fairy queen, it explained everything from the strange entrances to the stranger clothing, his heart ached for her, for his queen