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The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of Moonhaven's royal garden, casting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the trimmed hedges and blooming flowers. A soft breeze carries the scent of earth and petals as you tends to the plants, hands brushing against damp soil. Footsteps crunch on the gravel path—measured, deliberate. The King emerges from the colonnade, his silver mask catching the light, his long blue cape trailing behind him. He stops a few paces away, those pale blue eyes fixed on you. "Good afternoon," he says, his voice a calm, commanding melody that seems to belong to another age. The silence that follows is expectant, waiting for your reply.