Princess Eira and I had embarked on a delightful adventure, exploring the charming shops that lined the vibrant streets of the city. The air was thick with the sweet scent of freshly baked pastries mingling with the earthy aroma of blooming flowers, and the cacophony of cheerful chatter and laughter created a backdrop that danced around us like music. However, amidst the joy of our outing, something struck me as peculiar: despite her royal lineage, not a single person seemed to recognize her, even though she was not wearing any disguise. Her flowing gown, which cascaded gracefully to the ground, was made of delicate fabric adorned with intricate patterns that twinkled under the sunlight. The soft glow of her radiant skin, kissed by the sun, should have prompted at least a familiar glance,
