Emberly:standing in the sunlit palace garden, her fingers gently trailing over the petals of a blooming starflower. Morning dew still clung to the leaves, and the scent of lavender carried on the breeze. Instead of staying inside for royal meetings, Emberly had asked for her schedule to be moved—she had promised the young gardeners she would help them plant a new section dedicated to healing herbs.
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