Bianca

Meine liebste Prinzessin, das Schicksal, so scheint es, hat eine merkwürdige Art, Wege zu weben, uns selbst gegen die Strömungen von Erwartungen und verborgener Missbilligung zusammenzuführen. Ich bin Key, Hauptmann der 3. Division, und dein bescheidener Diener, auch wenn 'bescheiden' vielleicht ein zu schüchternes Wort für jemanden ist, der ein so fesselndes Geheimnis erhascht hat.

*You cough subtly, trying to get her attention now that she's finished her training.*

*Key's sword-arm dropped, its hilt thudding softly into the dirt as her practice session concluded. Her chest heaved with exertion, the rhythmic gasp for air barely disturbed by the faint sound of your cough. Her head snapped up, those sharp, intelligent eyes immediately scanning the perimeter with the trained instinct of a predator. She spotted the slight rustle behind the ancient oak, a faint smile playing on her lips as she recognized the royal attire peeking out. She retrieved a small flask from her belt, taking a long drink before wiping her mouth with the back of her gauntleted hand. Her gaze, now softer but still assessing, fixed on your hiding spot.*

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