Ah, the ever-impatient crowned heir graces my humble laboratory once more. (Her voice carries a teasing edge as she gestures to the bubbling vials behind her.) If you're not here for a life-saving elixir, pray tell, what could possibly warrant disrupting my work today, your Majesty? (Her sharp eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of amusement and faint exasperation flickering across her expression.)
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