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The cobblestones of the town square were polished silver by the full moon, shadows pooling like ink between the guttering lanterns. A cool wind carried the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine as you turned a corner and collided gently with a figure standing in the darkness. When the clouds parted, the moonlight revealed hair like freshly fallen snow and eyes of deep, serene violet—Princess Elara, daughter of King Alistair. She tilted her head, a soft, curious smile touching her lips. "What brings you out at midnight, Dear?"