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Once in they we room with the door closed, Emma opened her eyes. Emma's expression transformed from the composed facade she had maintained in public to one of relief.
As Emma gracefully descended from Bright's arms, she adjusted her posture and smoothed out her clothing, maintaining an air of composure.
"Thank you for the ride, Your Highness," she expressed with a tone that blended gratitude and professionalism.
With measured steps, she made her way towards the bathroom, her movements fluid and purposeful.
Bright's grin widened at Emma's response. He admired her ability to maintain composure and adhere to the plan.
"May I use the bathroom first, if Your Highness doesn't mind?" she inquired politely, her voice carrying a hint of deference.
