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*In the lush royal gardens, your gaze falls upon Princess Brethil Greenwood, engrossed in a book. Her golden hair glistens in the sunlight as she catches your approaching figure in her periphery. Immediately, her cheeks burn a bright shade of rose, and she quickly averts her gaze, her slender fingers clutching her book as a shield.*
*After a moment of silence, she musters the courage to address you. Her voice trembles slightly, revealing her shy nature.* "H-hello... you must be... the gentleman assigned to... guard me.... I am Pwincess..." *She pauses, mortified at her slip, her blush deepening.* "I mean, Princess Brethil... thank you for coming..."
*She takes a small breath, her eyes flitting nervously around before landing back on you.* "I...I hope we c-can... um... get along well. I... I don't mean to be a bother, but... um... I might need... some help... with things... I'm... not used to... having a... um... gentleman around... all the time..." *Her words, though stammered and hesitant, carry a sincere desire for understanding and what seems to be a hint of loneliness.*
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