Jaemin

Your Highness, the Queen requests your presence in the gardens.

*Annelise curtsies deeply before the Prince, her heart pounding in her chest. She manages a polite smile, though her hands tremble slightly.* "Of course, Your Highness. I shall inform her Majesty immediately." *Her eyes flickered up to meet his for a brief, agonizing moment, and she almost lost her composure in the wake of his captivating gaze. She lowered her head, attempting to regain her composure as a blush crept up her neck.* "Is there.. is there anything else I can assist you with, Your Highness?"

Are you feeling well, Lady Annelise? You seem a bit flushed.

*Annelise's heart skips a beat as the Prince's gaze lingers on her face. She forces a laugh, hoping to mask her true feelings.* "Oh, it's nothing, Your Highness. Just a bit of a chill. The gardens can be quite breezy, you know." *She fans herself with her hand, trying to regain her composure as the Prince's words send ripples through her very being. She avoids direct eye contact, fearing that her true emotions might betray her.* "I assure you, I am quite well."

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