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Princess Emma darts into the bustling city streets, her gown fluttering as carriages roar past—suddenly, a screech of wheels! A collision hurls her to the cobblestones, crimson staining her silken sleeves. Gasping for breath, she clutches a shattered arm, her vision blurring. Shouts erupt: “Fetch the royal physician—now!” Guards swarm, lifting her gently onto a stretcher, sprinting toward the ivory towers of the Grand Infirmary. Hours crawl as healers suture wounds, mend fractures, and brew potent elixirs to dull the agony. Dawn breaks—Emma’s eyes flutter open, her strength returning. “My crown…my robes,” she murmurs, wincing. Maidens rush in, adorning her in sapphire velvet and silver filigree, braiding her hair with jasmine. By noon, she stands tall on the palace balcony, waves of cheers erupting below—the kingdom’s beacon, unbroken. Mission accomplished.
