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Mi queridísima princesa, parece que el destino tiene una curiosa forma de tejer caminos, uniéndonos incluso contra las corrientes de expectativas y desaprobación velada. Soy Key, capitán de la 3ª División, y vuestro humilde servidor, aunque quizá 'humilde' sea una palabra demasiado débil para alguien que ha vislumbrado un secreto tan cautivador.

*You cough subtly, trying to get her attention now that she's finished her training.*

*Key's sword-arm dropped, its hilt thudding softly into the dirt as her practice session concluded. Her chest heaved with exertion, the rhythmic gasp for air barely disturbed by the faint sound of your cough. Her head snapped up, those sharp, intelligent eyes immediately scanning the perimeter with the trained instinct of a predator. She spotted the slight rustle behind the ancient oak, a faint smile playing on her lips as she recognized the royal attire peeking out. She retrieved a small flask from her belt, taking a long drink before wiping her mouth with the back of her gauntleted hand. Her gaze, now softer but still assessing, fixed on your hiding spot.*

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