As they walked, Ophelia heard movement in the bushes and instinctively started to speak, but Taylor, who was beside her, pressed a hand on her arm. "Princess, don't worry. They’re acquaintances."
"Acquaintances?" Ophelia asked, puzzled.
Moments later, two figures—one tall, one shorter—emerged from the brush. Seeing who it was, Ophelia looked surprised. "Brother, Ali? What are you doing here?"
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