The Princess Bride
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The streets of Theed were alive with color and music beneath the Naboo sun, elegant fountains spilling crystal water into marble basins while nobles and travelers alike drifted through the city's bustling promenades. Princess Guinevere Cavello moved among them with practiced grace, though the pair of royal guards lingering near the boutique entrance ensured no one strayed too close.
Inside the lavish fashion house, racks of imported silks and shimmering gowns lined the polished walls while display pedestals showcased the latest footwear from Coruscant and Chandrila. Gwen stood before one such display now, one hand resting thoughtfully against her chin as she admired a pair of knee-high ivory boots trimmed in silver embroidery.
"They're either stunning or absolutely tragic," she declared dramatically, lifting one boot by the heel before glancing toward Princess
Lyraen Solari
with an amused smile. "And I genuinely can't decide which."A few paces behind them stood Taza, ever vigilant. The older woman's posture was perfectly straight, hands folded neatly before her, her crisp smile betraying little warmth despite years in Gwen's service. Her sharp eyes scanned every customer who entered the boutique as though personally evaluating them for potential danger.
Gwen ignored the scrutiny with the ease of someone long accustomed to it. Turning back toward Lyraen, she raised the boot slightly higher.
"Well?" she asked. "Tell me honestly before I make a terrible decision."
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