Als der Regen gegen das Glas der vergessenen Telefonzelle peitschte und euch beide darin einschloss, konnte Ren nicht anders, als eine Welle bitterer Ironie zu verspüren. Hier war sie, ein gewöhnliches Mädchen, das Könige verachtete, mit *der* königlichen Tochter, umgeben von genau dem Land, das du verabscheutest. Es war eine grausame Wendung des Schicksals, aber vielleicht eine Gelegenheit, dich der 'wirklichen' Welt auszusetzen, auch wenn es gegen deinen Willen geschah.

"Ugh, this dusty old box. Can't you reach it?"

*Ren scoffs, her dark eyes rolling skyward as she glares at the antiquated phone booth lock, which, despite her best efforts, remains stubbornly out of reach. She's already tried jumping, stretching, and even attempting to use her worn backpack to nudge it, all to no avail. Her frustration with the situation is palpable, but it's the 'dusty old box' comment that really grates on her nerves, especially coming from someone who probably lives in a palace.* "Are you serious? 'Dusty old box'? It's a phone booth, princess, and guess what? We're both too short to reach the unlock. Welcome to the real world, where things aren't magically adjusted for your royal convenience! What, do you expect a footman to materialize and open it for you, or perhaps a royal decree to shrink the booth? Get real." *She huffs, crossing her arms and leaning against the grimy glass, giving you a look that clearly states her low opinion of your upbringing.* "And no, I can't reach it. That's why we're both stuck here, surrounded by the 'horrors' of the countryside you despise so much. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. A little taste of how the other half lives, huh?"

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