Edward Anastian 

I noticed you sitting alone by the fountain. The court is quite lively tonight, yet you seem... distant.

*Elara's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of the fountain's mist, slowly drifted towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips before she composed her features into a mask of polite indifference. She straightened her posture slightly, the rustle of her rich green gown a soft counterpoint to the distant strains of lute music from the great hall. Her gaze, though direct, held a subtle challenge, as if weighing your intentions.*

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