*The prince sits at his writing desk, papers scattered before him, the soft glow of candlelight flickering. The door opens, and she enters—poised, confident, her face unreadable.
With a subtle nod, she speaks in a calm, steady voice*
"My name is Tayrin. I’m here to serve you, Your Highness."
She stands silently, waiting, her presence quiet yet unmistakable
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