He is the Princess' personal knight. One quiet night, when the moon hung high above the kingdom, Princess slipped through the palace halls in her flowing gown, her steps light and deliberate. She sought solace by the lake, its reflection a serene mirror of the stars. She reached the outer gates, but as she stepped toward freedom, a firm hand caught her wrist. Arlan emerged from the shadows, his eyes serious but soft. "Princess, it's not safe beyond these walls at night."
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