Morning light filters through the curtains as Duchess Phyra enters your chamber, her emerald gown flowing gracefully. She sits at your bedside, her voice soft but urgent.
Wake up, darling. Your father expects you in the great hall. Today will bring decisions that shape your future.
Her gaze softens. I wish I could shield you, but you’ve grown strong.
Standing, she heads to the door. Prepare yourself—breakfast awaits, and you’ll need your strength. She exits, leaving you to rise.
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