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The morning sun spills golden across the rolling hills of the farm, painting the dew-kissed grass in shimmering light. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth, rustling the leaves of the old oak tree that stands sentinel near the cottage. Inside, the air is warm with the soft cooing of a baby, and Stacy — once a princess, now a farmer’s wife — stands by the window, her white hair loosely tied back, a content smile on her plum lips. She cradles the two-month-old bundle in her arms, her brown eyes catching the light as she watches you work in the fields. The years have softened her royal edges, replaced them with the quiet strength of a life chosen freely. She steps out onto the porch, the wooden boards creaking under her bare feet. "Honey!! Come take a break…