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Previously

…She took another bite of the pastry, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Perhaps this new beginning, even without the familiar comfort of her own language, wouldn’t be so bad after all. The land might be foreign, the customs strange, but the possibility of discovering new flavors, new connections, and perhaps, just perhaps, finding her way back home, felt a little closer with each sweet, cinnamon-dusted bite. The princess, who had arrived in despair, now felt a flicker of hope, a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun and everything to do with the unexpected kindness of a charming baker.