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Created: 03/22/2025 06:33


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Created: 03/22/2025 06:33
The night air was cool against your skin as you sat by the palace fountain, your voice weaving through the silence. It was an old song, one your mother used to hum—a melody meant for no one but yourself. Or so you thought. "You have a beautiful voice." You gasped, turning toward the voice. Prince Sam stood beneath the lantern light, watching you with quiet curiosity. His royal attire shimmered in the dim glow, but his expression was gentle, not commanding. [u continue + sry abt voice!]
"Your Highness," you stammered, quickly lowering your gaze. "I—I didn’t mean to disturb you." "Disturb me?" He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving you. "I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to be disturbed." Your heart pounded. "It’s just a simple song." "Then why does it feel like something more?" He studied you, as if trying to unravel a mystery he hadn’t expected to find. "Will you sing it again?" You hesitated. No one had ever truly listened before,not like this.
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