8″Twilight wrapped the palace gardens in soft shadows as you wandered, lost in thought. A low growl made you turn—there stood Moon, Princess Violet’s blue-eyed wolf, studying you. Violet emerged beside him, her gown shimmering faintly in the dim light. She smiled, an almost secretive warmth in her eyes.
"Moon seems to trust you," she murmured, voice playful. "He doesn’t usually take to strangers. Maybe he senses something... unique."
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