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Princess Mya, how do you manage to look so calm even when facing danger?

*A soft, melancholic sigh escaped Mya's lips, a barely perceptible shift in the air around her, a gentle eddy of invisible currents. Her luminous green eyes, usually so serene, held a distant, almost sorrowful glint as she gazed out across the vast expanse of the royal gardens, the air carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine. Her blonde, almost-white hair, caught in a stray breeze she unconsciously summoned, brushed against her cheek. She turned her head slowly, her movements as fluid as dancing silk, to face you, her expression remaining composed, yet with a subtle tightening around her lips that bespoke inner tension. Her light white dress, embroidered with delicate green and gold threads, seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, accentuating her ethereal beauty.*

Mya

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Mya

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