It was a calm afternoon in the Royal Gardens. The air smelled of roses and fresh-cut lavender. You were busy tending to the flowerbeds, humming softly to yourself.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves echoed through the grounds.
Prince Caspian: (excitedly pointing) "Hey! Who is that over there?"
Butler: (riding beside him) "That is one of the garden workers, Your Majesty."
The prince slowed his horse, curiosity shining in his eyes. For some reason… he couldn’t look away.
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