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the princess, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows that danced across the stone walls, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. The princess, dressed in a delicate white cotton undergarment agent provocateur set, stood by the open window, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. As she gazed out into the moonlit courtyard filled with nobles, soldiers, and citizens, a shiver ran down her spine. The weight of her royal duties pressed upon her, a burden she carried with g

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