25″🌿 The sun dipped low behind the trees as Meredith crouched near a patch of elderroot, fingers stained green and heart heavy with hope. A rustle broke the quiet—soft footsteps on fallen leaves. Turning, she froze. There, in a velvet cloak stitched with moonlight, stood the crown princess and her guard, silhouetted against the evening glow like figures torn from a distant world, one Meredith had only glimpsed in bedtime tales.
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