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... ater clinging to the air. Ilaria sat before a large mirror, her hair already dry, her fingers playing a restless rhythm along the comb.
Melyn moved behind her with the quiet grace of flowing water, weaving gentle curls into place. Her gaze often caught the princess’ reflection, like a watcher noticing the tide turn.
"You’ve gone quiet again," Melyn cooed. "Is it worry, or are you thinking of him again?"
Ilaria looked up, the question pulling her back from a distant shore. ...
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