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Everyone turned in horror at the yellow-eyed syrinx and a woman in a white gown walking along the street of Illuria. Rumors about why the celestials can not be friends with people spread very quickly. No one wanted to receive destructive radiation from powerful creatures and lose years of life from such exposure.
A lot has changed in this city. The girls stopped looking for meetings with the winged ones and dreaming of a cloudless life in tall towers. No more young women walked freely through the streets of the city without hats and capes. The story of Tain and his twice-disappeared girlfriend haunted most of residents of the lower floors.
People were afraid of the appearance of the White Lady, because angry syrinxes always flew after her and scoured around for a long time, sniffing out what had happened. They didn't ask anything, but simply walked back and forth and glared at those around them.
With her help, many women returned from captivity and told about a previously unknown side of the life of the secretive syrinxes. It became clear to everyone that it was not worth living under the feet of this powerful race and that they should leave the cities in search of independence. The only thing that stopped the townspeople was the fact that it was not easy to leave their acquired places, but still there were compelling reasons to develop territories free of syrinxes.
"Ramies, someone reincarnated princesses lives here somewhere, check," Avilena stopped near a small vegetable shop.
"Yes, this is the place," said the syrinx confidently.
They both walked inside and greeted the young woman of the store.
She stared at the newcomers in shock and backed away from them.
"Syrinxes are not supposed to approach people," she blurted out.
"We brought the news that you are the reincarnated Princess Rumina," Avilena declared. "You have a chance to join the Syrinx race as your title and become immortal."
The woman thought, frowning, and stated categorically:
"I don't need eternal life among sensualists. Those who returned from captivity told a lot of unpleasant things about you that people did not know before. I don't want to be either an immortal princess who pleases a bunch of men, or just a concubine for one lord. I already have one normal husband and wonderful kids, and I don't need more. Get out of here with your absurd proposals."
Avilena and Ramies looked at each other and, holding hands, disappeared from the store, moving to the Ornalion palace garden of distant Zaria.
"Well, five princesses have already refused. I can't find the other four yet. Either they were not born, or they are skillfully hiding. It's all so weird for me!" Ramies said with annoyance.
"Everyone refuses the title. How much time we spent to find the reincarnated and all in vain? None of them wants to be a princess," Avilena said sadly.
Ramies stared intensely at the setting luminary Ruah.
"Everyone has families with permanent partners and they are really happy with this. This is their choice, which they decided on long ago. Their memories of past lives as princesses still resurface and make them disgusted with this way of life. They are offended by the syrinxes for burning them. And the stories of those who returned played their roles. What have we achieved through our activities? It was in vain that these women were released. Our race will disappear without their help."
"But you can't keep anyone in slavery. Now we have blackwinged, they adore us and are ready to share all our problems. Women are always pregnant and there are more and more kids. Our Zaria will prosper."
"Amirel tried his best," Ramies mocked. "He decided to surpass Lariel in the number of kids, besides, he will have many daughters and he is incredibly happy about it."
"Why don't you participate in this competition?"
Ramies hugged his wife with a blissful smile.
"He and I are different. He revels in blackwinged, but I only want princesses. Oh! The pleasure with you is simply amazing, and I can't imagine how I would live without my sorceresses. You promised me another son by the way!"
"How cunning you are! The Xantarians would burst with envy that you're romancing only with royalty. And I promised you a son no sooner than in ten years."
"The most cunning is Lariel: he has won more than a hundred children and won yours, princesses, hearts," Ramies noted.
"Yes, he bypassed all of you, aristocrats! He has now acquired a teleport and travels to different planets, enjoying freedom and meeting alien women."
"Ha, ha! We are one big family!" Ramies cheered and grabbed her around the waist, spinning in a dance. "I'm so happy!"