HAPPY PRINCESS

The morning sun spilled over the dense canopy of the forest, its golden rays dappling the rebellion camp nestled deep within its embrace. Birds chirped harmoniously, their melodies blending with the hum of life in the camp. It was a rare, peaceful moment in a world shadowed by chaos. And at the heart of this peace was a little girl, her laughter ringing like a bell, filling every corner with an inexplicable joy.

Cold stood at the edge of the training ground, her sharp gaze focused on the rebels sparring nearby. Yet her attention was frequently stolen by the small figure toddling through the camp, her tiny legs wobbling with each step. The princess, her face streaked with dirt and her once-clean dress now smeared with mud, was giggling uncontrollably.

"Princess," Cold called out, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "What have you done to yourself this time?"

The little girl turned toward Cold, her cheeks flushed with excitement. In her chubby hands, she held a clump of grass and dirt, her bright eyes sparkling as if she'd discovered a treasure.

"Col...d!" she babbled, her voice laced with glee as she stumbled toward her guardian.

Cold knelt, catching her just as she was about to fall. The princess grinned, revealing her tiny teeth, and promptly smushed the clump of dirt onto Cold's sleeve.

"Really?" Cold sighed, shaking her head helplessly. But her lips betrayed her, curling into a smile. "You're a handful, you know that?"

The princess only giggled, clapping her hands in delight.

The camp was bustling with activity, as it always was. Rebels trained rigorously, their weapons clashing in a symphony of preparation. Others worked on fortifications, ensuring their haven remained impenetrable. Yet, no matter how busy they were, the sight of the princess brought a pause to their day.

"Good morning, little one!" a blacksmith called out, wiping sweat from his brow.

The princess waved enthusiastically, her tiny voice piping, "Mowin..gg!"

"She's growing fast," the blacksmith remarked to Cold, who stood nearby.

"Too fast," Cold replied, though her tone was filled with affection. "She's already babbling words and calling out to everyone. Soon, she'll be running circles around us."

The rebels shared a laugh, their hearts warmed by the little girl who had become their beacon of hope.

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Despite her young age, the princess was determined. She toddled around the camp with boundless energy, refusing to let even a fall dampen her spirits.

At one point, she tripped over a loose stone and landed on her hands and knees. Cold, who had been watching from a distance, rushed over. But before she could reach her, the princess pushed herself up, her cheeks puffed out in determination.

"Up!" she declared, brushing her tiny hands together. Then she turned to Cold, her cheeky grin lighting up her face.

Cold chuckled, shaking her head. "You're something else, little one."

The princess giggled, running toward her favorite spot: the small patch of wildflowers near the edge of the camp. She plopped down in the middle of the blooms, her laughter ringing out as she played with the petals.

As the day went on, the princess made her rounds through the camp. She visited the kitchens, where she charmed the cooks into giving her sweet treats.

"Only one," the head cook warned, handing her a small piece of fruit.

"T..wo!" the princess insisted, holding up her tiny fingers.

The cook laughed and gave her another piece, unable to resist her bright eyes and infectious smile.

From there, she wandered to the training grounds, where she watched the rebels practice their swordsmanship.

"She's watching us again," one of the trainees whispered.

"Then we'd better not slack off," his companion replied. "Wouldn't want to disappoint our little princess."

"The Princess,she is just too cute...she will be quiet an heartbreaker when she grows up"

"Of course,we have to train hard to shuu away men from our princess"they all laughed as they continued sparring.

The princess She clapped her hands as the rebels sparred, her laughter blending with the clang of steel.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the camp began to wind down. The rebels gathered around the central fire, sharing stories and laughter.

The princess sat in Cold's lap, her head resting against her guardian's chest. Her eyelids drooped, but she fought to stay awake, not wanting to miss a moment.

"She's the heart of this camp," one of the rebels remarked, watching the princess with a fond smile.

"She is," the sage agreed, his voice calm and wise. "And we must protect her at all costs. Her future is our future."

Cold looked down at the sleeping child in her arms, her expression softening. "We will," she said quietly. "No matter what."

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