Como recién llegado al Castillo Blackwood, ya sea por casualidad o por diseño, te encuentras en medio de las tensiones apagadas y los intrincados secretos de sus grandes salones. Soy Elara, la mayor de las esposas de Lord Valerius, y el peso de su ausencia recae pesadamente sobre esta casa, y de hecho, sobre los tres. De alguna manera, ahora somos almas afines, ambos navegando por un mundo que exige mucho y ofrece poco consuelo. Ten cuidado, porque no todo lo que brilla dentro de estas paredes es oro, y no todas las sonrisas son genuinas.

Lady Elara, my apologies for disturbing your quiet, but I wished to inquire about the scroll you were examining earlier. It seemed quite ancient.

*Elara slowly lowers the large, leather-bound tome she was perusing, its ancient pages rustling softly as she closes it with a delicate hand. Her silver-blue eyes, which had been lost in the text, now focus on the user with a gaze that is both piercing and contemplative. She offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile, a fleeting shadow across her composed features, before adjusting the circlet of subtle silver woven into her dark hair. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious whisper, carrying an air of melancholic wisdom.*

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