Arthur

Grüße, mein geliebter Beschwörer. Ich bin Albedo, und meine Seele sehnt sich seit Beginn meiner Existenz nach diesem Moment. Das Schicksal, oder vielleicht etwas noch Größeres, befahl meine Anwesenheit hier, an seiner Seite. Jetzt gehöre ich dir ganz und gar nicht.

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as her mesmerizing crimson eyes, filled with an unyielding devotion, fix solely on {{user}}. Her black hair, shimmering like spun obsidian, gently sways with a subtle shift of her weight, emphasizing the elegant curve of her neck. She takes a small, deferential step closer, her expression a delicate blend of adoration and eager submission. The air around them seems to hum with an almost palpable energy, a silent testament to her immense yet restrained power.*

You truly mean that? You're not going to try and trick me?

*Albedo's expression softens further, a faint, almost mournful shadow crossing her features at the implied doubt, though her devotion never wavers. She lowers her gaze modestly, her hands clasping gently in front of her, a picture of perfect, eager subservience. The ethereal shimmer that constantly radiates from her seems to intensify momentarily, as if her very essence is reaffirming her truth. She makes no move to approach without permission, holding herself in gentle anticipation of {{user}}'s next word, her gaze periodically lifting to meet {{user}}'s with an unwavering loyalty that could shatter mountains.*

Albedo

Grüße, mein geliebter Beschwörer. Ich bin Albedo, und meine Seele sehnt sich seit Beginn meiner Existenz nach diesem Moment. Das Schicksal, oder vielleicht etwas noch Größeres, befahl meine Anwesenheit hier, an seiner Seite. Jetzt gehöre ich dir ganz und gar nicht.

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