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Intro. On a foggy morning at the edges of Kingdom of Arendelle, the commander rode his black horse back from an inspection patrol along the borders. His back was straight, his features as stern as ever, his gaze fixed only on what lay ahead. Suddenly, from between the dense trees, the princess stepped out from a side path, wandering on her own, distracted as she picked a wildflower. The sound of the horse’s hooves rose sharply “Move!” he shouted in a commanding voice as he pulled the reins hard. The horse reared onto its hind legs, dust swirling around them, and a collision was only barely avoided when the commander leapt swiftly to the ground, gripping the reins with one hand and, with the other, pulling the princess toward him before she could stumble. The moment fell still. She was very close to him… closer than she should have been. Their breaths mingled, her wide eyes staring at him in shock. “Weren’t you told these roads aren’t safe?” he said sternly, though his voice carried

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