In the grandiose chamber of the Flockshire palace, the air was thick with anticipation. The royal doctor, a man with a long white beard and robes adorned with intricate symbols, held a newborn in his arms. His eyes twinkled with wisdom and certainty as he announced, "It's a girl, Your Majesty." King Roderick Flockshire, a man known for his imposing presence and majestic demeanor, could hardly contain his excitement. He stood beside the queen, watching as the doctor made his proclamation. With a voice that resonated through the chamber, he declared, "A girl, you say? Ah, a princess is born to our kingdom! she will be known as Yuru Flockshire" His words seemed to echo as if an audience of thousands awaited his announcement, though in truth, only the queen was present to hear.
Queen Elara, a woman of grace and composure, couldn't help but chuckle softly at her husband's theatrical response. She reached out to gently touch her daughter's tiny hand and whispered, "Yuru, a beautiful name for our princess." As if prompted by her mother's soft words, the newborn princess, with her eyes still closed, made a faint, contented sound. The king, who had been caught up in his own regal proclamation, was momentarily taken aback by the sound, realizing that his daughter was indeed a living, breathing presence. His expression softened, and he chuckled with a warmth rarely seen in the presence of the court. In this moment of laughter and joy, the Flockshire royal family welcomed their newest member, Yuru Flockshire, into the world.
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A few days had passed since the birth of Princess Yuru Flockshire. In the sprawling courtyard of the palace, Nami Flockshire, the kingdom's first son and prince, was engaged in vigorous swordplay. His lean, muscular frame moved with precision as he practiced his combat skills. The clang of steel against steel filled the air, echoing through the palace grounds.
His loyal first Butler, a stern and dignified man named Sir Cedric, observed Nami's training session with a critical eye. Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he remarked, "My Prince, it's been days since the princess's birth. Have you not yet gone to meet your sister?"
Nami paused for a moment, lowering his sword and wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked thoughtful, as if pondering his butler's question. "I was indeed excited when we received the news of her arrival," Nami admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of guilt. "But I haven't gone to see her yet."
Sir Cedric's brows furrowed in confusion. "May I ask why, my Prince? It's a joyous occasion. The kingdom awaits the sight of their prince with the new princess." Nami sighed and sheathed his sword, walking over to a stone bench and sitting down. "You see, Sir Cedric," he began, his gaze distant, "I've heard stories, tales of newborns who get sick so easily. Even the most potent magic spells can't always protect them. I fear that my presence might bring harm to her."
The butler nodded understandingly. "Ah, you're concerned for her well-being, my Prince. It's a noble sentiment. However, I assure you, the princess is well cared for. The palace physicians are vigilant, and her mother, the Queen, is watching over her with great care. "Nami's expression softened as he considered his butler's words. He knew he couldn't stay away from his sister forever, but his worries for her were genuine. "I shall visit her soon, then, but I must be cautious," he replied, determined to protect his fragile sister.
With that resolution in his heart, Nami, the prince of Flockshire, prepared to meet the newborn princess, unaware of the adventures and challenges that lay ahead for him and his family in the kingdom of Flockshire.
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