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He dismounted and approached quietly, escorted by an aide who, sensing the moment, stepped back. The woman looked up, meeting the royal gaze without fear—only a small, curious tilt of her head. She continued, as if to a friend, telling a brief tale about a buffalo that wandered into the temple grounds and refused to leave until the monks sang to it. Her voice braided humor with reverence. The king laughed—a soft, genuine sound—and, without ceremony, replied in Khmer.