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PRESENT SCENE

INT. KINGDOM ARODONA - CASTLE - EVENING

The castle's physician arrived promptly, his presence a blend of professionalism and efficiency. Draped in a white coat and carrying an air of authority, he carried a leather bag containing an assortment of medical instruments. His eyes, sharp and calculating, assessed Cynthia's condition as he entered the chamber.

Cynthia, still brimming with defiance from her encounter with Erick, regarded the physician with a mix of apprehension and determination. She sat perched on the edge of the ornate bed, her posture rigid and her gaze fixed on the man who held the power to dictate her next moves.

"Good day, Your Highness," the physician greeted Erick with a respectful nod. "I understand that the lady requires my attention?"

Erick inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression betraying nothing of the earlier tension. "Indeed, Doctor. She's been suffering from a persistent cold and fever. I trust you will see to her care."

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