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For Zora, coming home was a melancholy event. A reminder that she was free from her duties as a princess and the cruelty of her older brother. But that was overshadowed by the memory of better days’ past, the revelation that most of her close family was dead and the fact that she had to choose between justice for herself and her brother and what was best for Orzammar. Despite the dirty looks and whispers, she held her head high. Even if she wasn't a Princess any more, she was still carried the name Aeducan. And that was worth honouring.