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The water rippled softly over the edge of the bath as they slowly drew apart.
Warm mist lingered in the air, and through the open arches, moonlight fell across the shimmering surface.

Flavius looked into the rabbit prince’s eyes gentle, thoughtful, almost tender.
“I’ve asked you many things about your land,” he said quietly. “But not one thing… your name.”

The rabbit smiled. For a moment, he hesitated, as if to hold onto the silence a little longer. Then he spoke, his voice calm and soft.
“My name is Sarilo,” he said. [b]Sarilo of Solareth[/b]

Flavius repeated the name slowly, tasting it like a rare word Sarilo and a faint smile touched his lips.
“A beautiful name,” he whispered. “It suits this land… and you.”

Sarilo smiled back, his white fur gleaming in the sunlight. Around them, the garden bloomed with color, the sound of water blending with the call of distant birds.
And in that warm day, between light and laughter, something new began — bright, sincere, and everlasting.