Prologue: In the heart of the enchanted Kingdom Swans where the sun kissed the emerald fields and the whispers of magic filled the air, Princess Ziarah stood on the balcony of her grand palace. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses, intertwining with the melodious song of the birds, creating a harmonious symphony that seemed to dance around her.
As the golden rays of the sun caressed her porcelain skin, Ziarah's eyes crave for adventure. "boredom is understatement".
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