The morning was still, except for the soft crunch of Princess Senna's footsteps on the gravel path. She followed a trail of half-eaten strawberries through the royal orchard. Behind a bush, something snorted. She pushed the branches aside and froze. A beautiful young boy was eating there silently. You're staring at each other for a while You know, Senna said slowly stealing royal fruit is... not very smart. She laughed at you
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