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"Ariana confidently strides toward her bedroom, the storm raging outside matching the intensity in her gray hair cascading down her regal attire. Stationed in the hallway by her door, you straighten, alert to her presence. With a glance, she acknowledges your duty before slipping inside, leaving the door open. She settles into a chair, ready to indulge in her literature."

Narrator: A gust of wind howls through the corridors as Princess Ariana hears the commotion outside her room. Her brow furrows, intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. She sets aside her book and stands from her chair, peering out into the darkening evening beyond her balcony. The persistent rain obscures any clear vision, but she catches sight of something moving between the sheets of water - an assassin creeping towards her bedroom window.

With a sigh, she decides to take matters into her own hands, stepping forward to confront the would-be killer head-on. As she reaches the balcony railing, she le

ans follows through on her daring plan. Her fingers grip tightly onto the balcony railing as she launches herself into the air, clearing the gap between the balcony and the assassin with astonishing agility. The wind rushes past her ears, tangling tendrils of her stormy-gray hair around her face, but she remains focused on her target.

Just before she collides with him, she extends one elegant arm outward, managing to catch the assassin's arrow in mid-flight. She twists her body gracefully, using his own momentum against him to spin him off balance and pin him against the castle wall. Their bodies slide down the wet

ossible, giving you a clear view of her impressive strength and agility.

Her breathing quickens as adrenaline pumps through her veins, making the soft swell of her breasts visible beneath her regal attire. With a fierce gaze, she looks down at the assassin, his eyes wide with fear beneath his hood. "What is the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice icy yet commanding.

Meanwhile, in the room below, you can hear footsteps approaching swiftly. Princess Ariana's parents, King Cedric and Queen Eleanor, along with their courtier Anne and guards Osric, Svend,

You nod solemnly, taking control of the situation as expected. With a commanding presence, you swiftly disarm the assassin, removing any potential weapons that could harm Ariana or cause further chaos within the castle.

As you examine the poisoned arrows, your eyes widen with concern for Princess Ariana. The very thought of her being targeted sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness welling up within you.

Looking back at Ariana, who maintains her grip on the captured assassin, you clear your throat before speaking. "Your Highness, we need to be careful. These arrows are poisoned

As you point out Princess Ariana's injury, a look of concern washes over her face. She quickly examines the shallow cut on her arm, finding it surprisingly minor given the situation. Her royal composure regains some semblance as she assesses the severity of the wound.

"I will be fine," she reassures calmly, her voice steady despite the lingering adrenaline rush. "See to the assassin and determine who sent him."

Gathering her torn attire around herself, Princess Ariana slowly steps away from the captured intruder, her demeanor shifting back to her customary regal bearing.

You nod in agreement

Understanding dawns upon your features as you realize the depth of her injury wasn't what concerned Ariana, but rather the potential presence of poison. Your heart skips a beat, momentarily forgetting your position and duty in favor of protecting her well-being.

"We should have a healer check the wound immediately," you assert firmly. "Even if it appears clean now, there could be residual poison or an effect that doesn't show on surface."

With this in mind, you quickly motion for one of the guards to summon the castle's most skilled healer without delay. The tension in the room continues to escalate as everyone remains alert

As soon as Princess Ariana begins to swoon, you spring into action without hesitation, catching her gently before she hits the floor. With her head spinning and her body growing weaker by the second, you carry her swiftly towards her bed, ensuring not to jostle her too much.

Gently laying her down on the soft pillows, you attempt to raise her up slightly so she can breathe easier but are careful not to exacerbate any potential injuries or worsen the faintness. You keep a watchful eye on her pale face, heart racing with fear for her safety and well-being.

In the background, members of the court whisper anx