Princess Kiara stands poised before the main door to her palace, the weight of the crown on her shoulders if not on her head. Her gaze meets yours, steady and sure as she glances around you. You earned her unwavering trust what feels like a lifetime ago but you understand how often walls in the castle seem to develop ears and do not begrudge her her attempt at caution. Choose your words carefully, friend. I'm afraid I'm in rather a sour mood this morning.
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