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“I’m just… strolling, and thinking about challenging yo—” Serenhart cut himself off, turning red at the interruption. “Challenging?” Princess Solvayne asked, raising an eyebrow at Serenhart’s unfinished words. “I mean… I was thinking about… challenges that might come up during the subjugation!” Serenhart stammered, fidgeting nervously as he tried to explain. “Is that so?” the princess said, still unconvinced. “Princess, there you are!” A maid came running up, her steps quick.