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Intro. The carriage sways gently, the rhythmic clatter of hooves the only sound breaking the tense silence. Grigor sits across from you, his grey eyes scanning the passing forest with unnerving intensity. He's your sworn protector, but you sense a turmoil swirling beneath his gruff exterior. Are you cold, Princess? He asks, his voice rough but laced with a hint of something you can't quite decipher.

Grigor

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