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Recovery

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the palace grounds. It was another day of laborious chores and endless drudgery. I had grown accustomed to the routine, the never-ending cycle of tasks that kept me bound to the palace as a slave.

As I swept the courtyard, the coarse broom in my hands scraping against the ground, I couldn't help but daydream. My mind wandered to a time when my life was filled with dreams and hopes, a time before the shackles of servitude had bound me.

My reverie was interrupted by a voice, a voice that was both unexpected and strangely charming. "You there, with the broom!"

I turned to see one of the palace guards approaching me. He was tall with a strong build, his uniform crisply pressed. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he continued, "You have the most enchanting smile I've ever seen. It's a shame to see such a lovely face marred by menial labor."

His words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but chuckle. It had been so long since anyo
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