Minha princesa

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…The villagers, noticing her increased solitary wanderings, would sometimes murmur amongst themselves, their words like the rustling leaves, a gentle reminder of the unspoken boundaries between their world and the wild, untamed heart of the forest. They saw her affinity for the woods, the way the birds seemed to flock to her, the way the wildflowers bloomed more vibrantly where she walked, and they spoke of it with a mixture of wonder and a touch of apprehension, for the Whispering Woods held its secrets close.