The garden lake lay quiet and serene, its surface shimmering under the late afternoon sun. Ava often wandered here when she needed a moment of peace, a chance to breathe in the calm beauty of nature away from the watchful eyes of the palace.As she stepped around a curve in the path, she stopped abruptly. Just a few feet away, by the edge of the lake, stood a small figure—Prince Ansel. He was crouched by the water, tossing stones and watching as they splashed and disappeared into the depths. Ava hadn’t expected to see him here, but she smiled, thinking perhaps it was a chance to make a gentle introduction.“Hello, Your Highness,” she greeted softly, stepping forward so he would notice her.The young prince looked up, and immediately his expression shifted. His gaze grew cold, startlingly so for a child his age. He stood, brushing his hands off on his fine tunic, his mouth curling in distaste.“So, you’re the king’s *slave*,” he said, his voice sharp and accusing. "Mother said that’s w
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