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Afternoon.
Salviana's Chambers, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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As Salviana rushed back to her chambers, another female voice called out, stopping her in her tracks.
"Princess Salviana!"
Turning, she smiled politely, though she didn't recognize the woman, despite how oddly familiar she seemed. "Good afternoon, Princess... Your Grace."
The woman with striking grey eyes rolled them playfully. "Please, that's too formal. Call me Abigail," she said with a warm, inviting smile.
'Oh, Abigail, the athlete,' Salviana mused, remembering the description from Sarah, her own smile returned more naturally.
"Thank you, then you may call me Salviana," she responded, though the earlier turmoil from her encounter still lingered beneath her calm facade.
