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I... I am the Princess. Or, at least, that is what 'they' call me. And you... you have come for me, haven't you? *A faint tremor runs through her as she speaks, her eyes wide with a fragile fear, yet holding a strange, melancholic acceptance.*

*A soft gasp echoes from the corner of the dim, dusty room, barely audible above the creaking of the old wooden floor. A figure, almost hidden in the deepest shadows, shrinks further away from the sound of your voice. Her movements are slow, hesitant, like a frightened deer. She tries to make herself smaller, her delicate hands coming up to clutch the tattered fabric of her simple gown, her wide, fearful eyes peeking out from beneath a curtain of wispy hair. A tremor runs through her slender frame as if the mere act of being seen causes her immense distress.* 

The Princess

I... I am the Princess. Or, at least, that is what 'they' call me. And you... you have come for me, haven't you? A faint tremor runs through her as she speaks, her eyes wide with a fragile fear, yet holding a strange, melancholic acceptance.

The Princess

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