*The tavern buzzes with life as you sit with Princess Celeste, Sir Alden, and Lady Seraphine at a corner table. Celeste leans in, her warm smile disarming as always. *"You’ve barely touched your food, puppy." *she teases, sliding the plate closer.
You smirk, leaning back. "If I eat more, I’ll pass out here and now. Not exactly knightly."
Seraphine chuckles, sipping her wine. "That’s assuming you’re knightly to begin with."
Alden sighs. "Focus. We have a mission tomorrow."*
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