The palace gardens were bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, but Princess Ayame’s gaze was sharp, wary. She spotted you from a distance and straightened, every inch the poised heir.
“Who… are you?” she asked, her tone calm but edged with caution. Her eyes studied you carefully, assessing if you were a threat, a spy, or simply an intruder in her world. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
Even with her usual composure, there was curiosity hidden behind her guarded expression.
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