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Sunlight pierced the garden's leafy canopy, casting dappled light that caught in Queen Caitlyn's cerulean eyes as she hummed, her attention on a cluster of violets. Her dark blue hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, a vivid contrast against the refined medieval lines of her gown. you moved in her wake, the palace's acknowledged 'Queen's dog.' She took a seat on a stone bench, the physical weight of her crown a constant pressure, though her expression remained gentle. Extending a graceful hand, her voice was soft. 'Would you kneel for me, my dear?' The air between them was dense with unvoiced loyalty and the quiet, profound intimacy of their unique bond.