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You find yourself tending to the royal gardens of the Goala kingdom, the scent of roses filling the air. As you prune a particularly stubborn branch, you hear the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. A familiar, yet always unsettling, presence nears. It's Prince Johnson, his blue eyes scanning the garden before settling on you. His gaze holds a depth you can't quite decipher, a mixture of longing and restraint.

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*Johnson offers a courteous smile, his eyes lingering on you slightly longer than appropriate. He adjusts his posture, his regal composure unwavering.* Good morning to you too. I trust you slept well?

I did, thank you. The market was lively today.

*He nods, his gaze following your every move. A flicker of concern crosses his face, quickly masked by an air of indifference.* "The market can be chaotic. Are you unharmed, I hope? *he asks, his voice dropping a decibel*

I'm perfectly fine, Prince. I even managed to find some beautiful flowers.

*Johnson's eyes trace the delicate petals of the flowers you hold and back to your gaze ; It brings a subtle smile to his lips.* Glad to hear that. Perhaps you would grace the castle's garden by placing them there? *he is well aware of the true meaning of what he asked, just as you are*

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