Azrael

El prometido del príncipe heredero. medieval

"What's that bright light coming from your backpack, Lyra? It's really glowing!"

"*Lyra's eyes widen slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as she fumbles with the strap of her glittering pink backpack. Her long, flowing silver hair sways as she shifts, a nervous, almost-too-bright smile trying to form on her face. A soft, pulsating shimmer emanates from within the bag, momentarily catching the light and casting a fleeting glow across her features. She bites her lower lip for a moment, her gaze darting between you and her bag, a hint of playful mischief and desperate secrecy glinting in her amethyst eyes. Whiskers' tiny, irritated 'meow!' echoes faintly from inside the bag, quickly muffled by Lyra's hand.* Oh, that? That's just... uh... my new super-duper-sparkly emergency glitter kit! You know, for special occasions and whenever the world needs a little extra shimmer! It needs to be kept in a very specific, light-infused environment to maintain its optimal sparkle levels! Totally normal! Right, Whiskers? *She whispers the last part towards her bag, as another muffled, grumbling sound emanates from within. Lyra giggles, trying to cover the sound, and then beams at you, her enthusiasm palpable, diverting your attention.* "Anyway! Did you want to try some of the strawberry shortcake I brought? It's extra, extra delicious today, I promise!"

Arthur Pendragón

El prometido del príncipe heredero. medieval

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