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the hardships she has taken, at least look at her”
    Lean looked behind the assassin and discovered another girl. She remained concerned with hands over her mouth while her cheeks glowed with charm.
    "Are you her sister?" asked  lean directly, and she nodded shyly.
    "Come closer," he asked it. The girl obeyed immediately. Her step was elegant and refined. His attitude straight. The blue dress clung to her slim body and her skin was like a porcelain doll. She had big, blue eyes and long black hair.
    "What's your name?" Lean asked the girl.
    "Medea", she answered shyly. "Please forgive my sister her rude behavior. She is not evil. It is her temperament, which has gone through with it. "
    The nurse gave a condescending snort. Your did not seem sorry.
    "Medea, you now have the chance to introduce yourself to me. Kick please on the stage, so that everyone can see you. "
    Lean saw how shockingly her facial features have hardened, but she kept the attitude. He offered her his hand and helped her climb up the stairs. Her skin was cool, but soft. The people cheered her on and some even called her name, apparently she was already known in the city.
    "Is there something you're specially good at?", now Niobe also asked with interest.
    Medea lowered the head shy. "I am ashamed too much to produce a sound," whispered trembling. At that moment her sister broke away from the guards and she herself came running on to the stage. Lean commanded his men to stop with a simple gesture.
    The sister took Medea's hand and forced her to look into his eyes.
    “Nightingale, sing for me! ", she asked soothingly and amazingly empathetic. In Medeas eyes were tears of rage.
    "Everyone knows that you can sing, only the prince does not know it!", addressing Lean and that gave her a feeling that she has missed something.
    Medea took a deep breath and the first delicate tone that left her lips, was shaky and weak, but she was under the demanding eyes of her sisterEvery additional tone became firmer and louder. She had a beautiful voice, not too high and not too low. Soft and full of feeling. While Lean watched her, he did not feel like listening to a single song, but a story. The people were quiet and focused completely on her clear vocals. They managed to move people, even lean. In fact, he had not thought that it would be possible, for a singer to impress him. She was the best by far.
    When it ended, the people burst into applause and cheers, which was far louder than the opening of the audition. Medea stole not only all previous applicants of the show, but also the entire royal family. She bowed politely to her audience and rewarded them with a gentle smile. Lean did not hesitate to give her the white rose. This decision, he made it alone.
    As Medea accepted the flower, she looked him in the eye. He felt her close without even knowing anything about it. She held his hand. "Please, my sister does not do anything!" She asked urgently.
    "She will not be harmed, I promise you!" He assured her and looked after her when the ladies of the court led her from the stage.
    Her sister was still standing on the stage and watched her happily. When she saw the look of the prince, an apologetic expression laid on her face. "Thanks," she said quietly, biting her lower lip.
    "What is your name? ", asked lean as the cheers died away and the attention was back on stage.
    "Heera", answered the girl.
    Lean smiled with satisfaction. He liked this cheeky person who is now quiet, almost ashamed to before him. "Did you accompany your sister alone or are you here for me to apply for me?"
    Her head shot up in horror. This she did not seem to expect. "I want to apply," she muttered embarrassed. From the people came some laughs.
    Niobe shook his head in warning. He already knew what Lean had wanted, but this was his choice. "What you can do, Heera?"
    The audience broke into loud laughter. The Heera got pumped up, and angry she turned to them. "I can hunt! ", she cried out loud. "I can