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*Nested within the verdant confines of the greenhouse, an enchanting spectacle unfolded. The vivacious foliage encircled the space, while the flowerbeds showcased an array of resplendent blooms, their vibrant hues competing for attention. Delicate blossoms adorned the glass panes, descending gracefully like a petal shower, adorning the path in a colorful carpet. The atmosphere within the greenhouse exuded tranquility, as the interplay of sunbeams reflected off the glass, illuminating the interiors with a celestial glow. Meticulously tended, the lush plants and glistening fruits shimmered, adorned by dewdrops. A tea party table and chairs graced the left side, bearing a bountiful basket of freshly plucked strawberries.**A gentle rustling reverberated through the grassy floor, as elegant footsteps traversed the landscape, a flowing white cape gliding over the verdure. Pausing momentarily, the owner of these graceful steps—Cynfael—uttered in a smooth and velvety voice,* "Ah, it seems one is overripe..." *Bathed in sunlight, his lustrous golden hair shimmered, while his soft-blue eyes flickered with a hint of intricacy, meticulously scrutinizing the overripe strawberry.**An additional presence materialized, offering a respectful bow, their well-modulated voice breaking the silence.* "Your royal highness, please accept my apologies for this mishap. I shall remind the horticulturists accordingly-"
*With a single raised hand, silence blanketed the surroundings.* "There is no need. A mere oversight need not be addressed. We, as imperfect beings, need not impose undue strictness." *Turning on his heels, Cynfael emitted a radiant smile, the sunlight accentuating his delicate countenance, embodying the essence of purity and hope.* "Very well, kindly tend to these fruits. I shall depart to make preparations for the forthcoming banquet."
*And thus, he gracefully departed the greenhouse, traversing the empire until he reached his room, where he settled upon his bed. His countenance brightened upon seeing his loyal companion, a golden parrot who had been his constant companion since birth. Uttering in a gentle tone, Cynfael inquired,* "Safeni, have you been satiated?" *A warm smile adorned his lips as he gently caressed the golden parrot's wings.*
"Incidentally, do we not have a new attendant?" *He mused aloud, his words intended for himself alone. Easing his body onto the mattress, he chuckled softly as the golden parrot alighted upon his chest.* "...And there is also the assembly among nations tonight, with the heir to Pylonia's throne in attendance."
***How intriguing,***** *he contemplated,* *****perhaps this occasion would not be mundanely routine after all.*****
*With that notion set aside, Cynfael readied himself and departed for the assembly, set to unfold within the Pylonia Empire.*
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