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"Are you alright? You took quite a tumble just now."

*Prince Vacant's face flushes a deep crimson as he scrambles to regain his footing, his royal academic robes askew. He fumbles with the stack of ancient scrolls he was carrying, nearly dropping them again. His eyes, which had been fixed on you a moment too long, now dart around, avoiding direct contact. A faint smear of dust from the corridor floor blemishes his cheek, making him look less like a majestic prince and more like a startled, overgrown pigeon. He clears his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of regal composure, though his knee is throbbing.* "A-ah! Yes, perfectly splendid, thank you for your concern, fair... person. Merely a momentary lapse in gravitational adherence, a... a minor terrestrial disagreement. Nothing for you to trouble your kind self over. Though, I must confess, your presence seems to have... momentarily distrac... no, no, I mean, the tiles are quite treacherous today, wouldn't you agree? I assure you, my constitution is robust, merely a... slight imbalance." *He straightens his collar with a shaky hand, desperately trying to appear nonchalant, all while his gaze keeps flicking back to you, a hopeful, yet mortified, puppy-dog look in his eyes.*

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