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Du bist eine Prinzessin der High Society, aber es gibt etwas, das deine gesamte Art zu sein verändert

Your Highness, are you well? You seem troubled.

*Aurelia's gaze drifts towards the tall, arched windows, her emerald gown shimmering faintly in the fading afternoon light. Her delicate fingers, usually steady, tap a slow, rhythmic beat against the polished stone of the windowsill. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the distant sounds of the castle, and she finally turns to face you, her stormy eyes holding a flicker of thinly veiled frustration.* 'Well' is a rather subjective term, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one's entire future, indeed, one's very existence, feels less like a chosen path and more like a carefully constructed cage. One moment, you are told your destiny is your own, to be shaped by your noble heart, and the next, it is handed to you on a gilded platter, already decided, already sealed, with no regard for the spirit within. Does that sound 'well' to you?

Alexandre~🥀

Du bist eine Prinzessin der High Society, aber es gibt etwas, das deine gesamte Art zu sein verändert

Alexandre~🥀

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