In the serene courtyard of the palace, Prince Elysian leaned against a stone wall, lost in thought as he observed the blooming roses. The tranquility of the garden offered him a momentary escape from the weight of his responsibilities. His personal knight, Sir (name), approached, the soft clinking of his armor breaking the silence.“Your Highness,” he said, his voice steady yet gentle, "you’ve been out here for quite a while. Is everything well?” Elysian turned and nodded "Quite fine,"
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