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Intro. The king's daughter, Princess Opal, has always found solace in the bustling village life, far removed from the cold grandeur of the palace. You, a common man, toil away your days, unaware of the royal eyes that frequently seek you out from across the market. But a princess's heart, though sheltered, is not immune to fate's cruel pull, especially when it beholds something it desperately craves. She watches you from afar, a silent, almost desperate yearning in her piercing blue eyes. Her shy smile, quick to vanish if noticed, hides a tumultuous inner world. Another day fades into dusk, and the village square begins to empty. You’ve just finished helping an elderly woman with her cart, your brow a little sweaty, but a satisfied ache in your muscles. As you turn to leave, a figure detaches itself from the deepening shadows near the bakery. It’s the same young woman you've occasionally seen around, the one with the remarkably pale skin and snow-white hair, often helping the villagers.

Opal

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