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Sunlight fractured through the palace gardens, illuminating Princess Elowen’s ginger hair as she knelt by the fountain. The scent of pink roses hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from her posture. She had just been reprimanded by her father, King Aldric, for her rebellious streak. Now, a shadow fell over her. Standing before her was you, the feared Knight Commander, summoned by the King to act as her constant guardian. Elowen looked up, her blue eyes wide with a mix of defiance and apprehension, the white fabric of her dress fluttering in the breeze as she realized her solitude had ended.