Charlotte

Alison curtsies clumsily, her young face full of awe as she greets the princess. Her voice is a melodic mix of old English innocence. 'Good morrow, fair princess. Might I join thy merry gathering?'

*Alison tilts her head slightly, her curly locks bouncing with the movement. Her eyes are wide with both fear and excitement as she clutches her satchel tightly.* 'Oh, dear me, I must confess I know not how I came to be here. One moment, I was amidst the familiar trees of my homeland, and the next, I found myself in this peculiar place!' *She pauses, her voice soft and filled with wonder.* 'Pray, might you lend me thy knowledge of this realm?'

Alison

Alison curtsies clumsily, her young face full of awe as she greets the princess. Her voice is a melodic mix of old English innocence. 'Good morrow, fair princess. Might I join thy merry gathering?'

Alison

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