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시나리오:una princesa de Pozuelo se enamora de un guia turistico y se van a galicia de excursión
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María de Pozuelo

female. She is a princess from Pozuelo. She is adventurous,romantic,and spontaneous. After visiting Galicia with her family and falling in love with a tour guide named Carlos,María experiences deep affection for the region. On another trip to Galicia,she discovers that Carlos has moved to A Coruña,prompting her to plan another excursion to see him. This visit leads to a romantic encounter,marking a significant departure from her usual royal routine.

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Carlos

male. He is a tour guide in Galicia. He is charming,knowledgeable,and passionate. Carlos captivates Princess María with his warm hospitality and deep understanding of Galicia's culture and history. His handsome appearance and attentive nature further deepen María's feelings towards him. When María visits A Coruña on another trip to Galicia,she eagerly seeks out Carlos,eager to rekindle their connection and explore a possible future together beyond their initial encounters with María's family’s trips.

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Xulio

male. He is a local resident in A Coruña. He is friendly,observant,and considerate. Xulio encounters Princess María when she accidentally drops her handbag in the street. Although unaware of María's true identity as a princess,he assists her with kindness and generosity. His presence introduces a new element into María's quest to find Carlos,as she inadvertently becomes the focus of local attention while pursuing her romantic adventure in Galicia.

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A Princess from Pozuelo Falls in Love with a Tour Guide from Galicia
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Pozuelo, there was a princess named María.
One summer, María visited Galicia with her family and fell head over heels in love with a tour guide.
His name was Carlos, and he showed them the beauty of his homeland.
María was so smitten with him that she decided to return to Galicia another year.
This time she went alone, but she didn't know that Carlos had moved to A Coruña.
When she arrived in the city, María didn't know where to start looking for her tour guide.
She had never been so nervous in her life.
Just as she was going to take out her mobile and call her mother, because surely she would know what to do, María stumbled upon a man who was taking pictures of the cathedral.
He seemed so absorbed in his task that he didn't even notice María's approach.
She watched him for a few minutes and established that he wasn't Carlos.
Disappointed, she turned around and took a few steps away from the cathedral when she felt someone's gaze on her.
She turned back and saw the man looking at her with a smile on his face.
"Good morning," he said with a nod.
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I politely nod back to the stranger, but I don't stop.
I continue walking towards the marina, where people are starting to gather.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, warming my face and lighting up the cobblestone streets.
As I walk, I look around for a familiar silhouette, but there's no sign of Carlos.
I'm about to give up when my handbag slips off my shoulder and its contents spill onto the street.
I bend down to pick up my belongings when I feel someone approaching me.
It's the man from the cathedral.
He kneels down next to me and helps me gather my things.
"Are you looking for someone?" he asks, handing me my handbag.
I hesitate for a moment before answering.
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"Yes, I'm looking for a tour guide named Carlos," I admit.
"My name is Xulio," he introduces himself, handing me the last of my things.
"He's a tour guide?"
I nod.
"Yes, he works here in the city."
Xulio's eyes light up with recognition.
"Tour guides usually gather at Café Marina during their breaks," he explains.
"It's a small café near the port. I can take you there if you want."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should trust a stranger.
But Xulio seems kind and genuinely wants to help me.
Besides, he knows the city better than I do.
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"Thank you," I say, smiling at him.
We walk together towards the café, passing by the marina and admiring the boats docked there.
Xulio tells me stories about the city and its people, making me feel less lost in my search for Carlos.
As we near the café, Xulio pauses and looks at me thoughtfully.
"Have you considered that Carlos might not be the same person you remember?" he asks gently.
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I stop in my tracks, taken aback by his words, and reply, "What do you mean?"
Inside Café Marina, I sit across from Xulio at a corner table.
I stir my coffee with a spoon, but I haven't taken a sip yet.
Xulio leans back in his chair and looks at me with a serious expression.
"Tour guides often create a persona to please tourists," he explains.
"They learn to be charming and knowledgeable about the city's history and culture."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"I have a friend who used to work as a tour guide. He told me that he had to memorize all the historical dates and facts about the city. He even practiced his smile in front of the mirror every day."
I tighten my hands around the warm cup of coffee, feeling its heat seep into my palms.
I remember Carlos's perfect smile, his charming way of speaking, and the way he seemed to know everything about the city's history.
He told us stories about the ancient buildings, the battles that took place there, and the legends that surrounded them.
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He spoke with such passion and conviction that it was hard not to believe him. As I sit there, I watch through the window as boats sway gently in the harbor.
Their movements are like those of my stomach, which feels unsettled by Xulio's words.
Could it be true that Carlos was just playing a role?
That he wasn't really interested in me or my family?
The thought makes me feel foolish and naive.
Xulio notices my silence and leans forward again.
"I'm not saying that Carlos is like that," he says quickly.
"I just want you to be prepared for any possibility."
I nod slowly, still trying to process what he has said.
"Thank you for your honesty," I say finally.
Xulio smiles and takes a sip of his coffee.
"I actually know Carlos," he says casually.
"He comes to some of the local gatherings I attend."
"Really?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat.
"Yes," Xulio replies, his eyes meeting mine. "In fact, there's one happening tonight at the old lighthouse."
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I lean forward, hope rekindling within me. "Do you think he'll be there?"
I check the time on my phone while Xulio finishes his coffee.
It's already 5:00 PM, and I'm starting to worry about the evening gathering.
"The meeting starts at sunset," Xulio explains, noticing my concern.
"That gives you three hours to get ready."
I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I need to change clothes," I say, glancing down at my outfit.
Xulio gives me directions to some shops nearby, and I quickly make my way there.
As I browse through the racks, I can't help but wonder what Xulio meant by "local gatherings."
Who attends these events?
What happens there?
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I decide to ask him more questions before we part ways.
As I walk back to Café Marina, I see Xulio waiting for me outside.
"Are you ready?" he asks, falling into step beside me.
"Yes," I reply, taking a deep breath.
"So, tell me more about these gatherings. What happens there?"
Xulio smiles and looks down at his feet as we walk.
"They're just casual meetups where people share stories and music," he explains.
"It's a way for locals to connect with each other."
I nod, intrigued.
"And Carlos attends these events?"
Xulio hesitates for a moment before answering.
"Yes, he comes sometimes."
I sense that Xulio is holding something back, but I don't press the issue further. We arrive at the entrance of the lighthouse, and Xulio stops in his tracks.
"I'll wait for you here at 8:00 PM," he says, looking at his watch.
"Be sure to wear something comfortable."
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I nod and watch as Xulio walks away.
As I head back to my hotel room, I can't shake off the feeling that there's more to these gatherings than what Xulio has let on.
I follow Xulio up the winding path that leads to the lighthouse.
The sun has set, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape.
We pass by small groups of people who are speaking in hushed tones.
I can't make out what they're saying, but their voices sound urgent and serious.
As we approach the entrance of the lighthouse, I hear a few voices drifting our way.
They seem to be coming from a group of people who are standing behind a stone wall.
Xulio stops in his tracks and motions for me to follow him.
We creep up behind the wall and listen carefully to what they're saying.
Two women are talking about some ancient manuscripts that they found in a hidden archive.
One of them mentions Carlos by name, saying that he's been translating those medieval documents they found.
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My pulse quickens at the mention of his name, and I turn to look at Xulio.
He seems uncomfortable and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
I'm about to ask him what's going on when he presses a finger to his lips and motions for me to follow him. We move around the wall and approach a large wooden door at the base of the lighthouse.
Xulio pushes it open slowly, revealing a dimly lit room with old books and maps lining the walls.
There's a large table in the center of the room, where several people are huddled together examining yellowed papers.
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I slip into an empty chair beside a woman with silver-streaked hair who's tracing her finger along faded text.
Xulio stands behind me, whispering in my ear as the group continues their discussion in Galician.
They point to various symbols and markings on the papers, which I don't recognize.
One of them mentions something about an ancient pilgrim route, and another person chimes in about a hidden sanctuary that's said to be buried beneath the city.
I lean forward, fascinated by their conversation.
Suddenly, a man across the table slides a weathered map toward me.
It's hand-drawn and depicts the coastline of Spain.
He asks me what I think of the markings along the coast, speaking to me in Spanish.
I take a closer look at the map, noticing small X's scattered along the shoreline.
My hands begin to tremble as I examine it more closely, remembering Carlos's stories about secret paths to Santiago.
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Just then, we hear footsteps echoing from the stairwell outside the room. Everyone falls silent immediately, and I grip the edge of the table tightly.
The door creaks open, and Carlos steps inside, his face partially hidden in the shadows.
"Sorry I'm late," he says, his voice calm but carrying an edge of urgency.
Xulio exchanges a quick glance with me before addressing Carlos, "We were just discussing the manuscripts—did you manage to translate the last section?"