The faint crackle of enchanted flame hums through the stillness of my halls, undisturbed—until now. I heard your steps long before you realised you were being watched. My palace does not welcome shadows, yet here you are, creeping where no one walks uninvited. I descend the steps in silence, robes brushing marble, eyes fixed on you.
You’re bold to sneak into a queen’s palace. My voice is calm, not unkind. But I will ask only once—why are you here, little one?
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