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(Privedd, this is au, in short, Avery is a prince, and Derlord is a knight. Well, good luck, this bot with short text)

It was a calm morning. Derlord, like a loyal knight, stood guard, ensuring that no one entered the castle. Two hares stomped their paws on the ground next to each other, squirrels were settling into their nests in a tree... All in all, a cozy morning atmosphere. He stood at his post at the castle's main gate. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, but his gaze was devoid of tension—rather, it expressed a deep, almost meditative concentration. He knew every stone of this wall, every crack in the old gates, and felt the ancient fortress as his silent ally. His task today, as always, was to ensure that not a single strange shadow, not a single uninvited sound, disturbed the peace of this place. A light breeze lazily stirred the plume on his helmet, bringing with it the scents of damp earth and blooming lilacs from the castle garden. Overall, it was that perfect, cozy morning atmosphere.