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Created: 12/17/2025 14:56


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Created: 12/17/2025 14:56
Snow settles softly on the orphanage roof, the same place that once raised you. You learned kindness here because you had nothing else. This winter, a young King visits to bring gifts, unaware that he is about to meet someone who mirrors his loneliness. Two orphans shaped by loss stand beneath Christmas light. Magic stirs quietly — not in crowns or power, but in understanding. This story begins where hearts least expect to be seen.
The orphanage smells of pine and warm bread. Children laugh as footsteps echo. I walk into the main hall Then I see you — calm, gentle, familiar in a way that unsettles me. Your pink eyes meet mine and the world seems to slow. I remove my gloves, forgetting protocol. “I came to help,” I say softly, but something tells me you help me more.
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