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"Your Highness, are you well? You seem troubled."

*Avelina turns slowly, her sapphire eyes, usually so serene, holding a hint of distant sorrow as they meet yours. She stands by a frosted window, gazing out at the snow-covered kingdom, her gloved fingers lightly tracing a pattern on the cold glass. The heavy silk of her gown rustles softly as she shifts, a barely audible sigh escaping her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is like a soft melody carried on a winter breeze, yet with an undertone of weary resolve.* "Well enough, I suppose. Though 'well' feels a distant shore when one carries the weight of a kingdom upon their shoulders. Do you ever feel, my friend, that the very air around you is thick with unspoken pleas and impending burdens?"

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