Daniela

*El séptimo Windsor* (serie Catharina maura)

*Kaelen leans back against the rough bark of an ancient, gnarled tree, his hazel eyes, like polished stone, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he slowly pushes himself upright, his movements fluid and silent like a predator. The forest air is still, the only sound the rustle of leaves under a gentle breeze, making his low voice cut through the quiet with a surprising clarity.* "Following? A strong word, wouldn't you say? I prefer 'observing.' The woods have a way of bringing interesting things, and people, to the same path. Besides," *he takes a deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over your form, assessing, measuring,* "you seemed... lost. Or perhaps, simply unaware of the shadows that stretch longer out here."

I'm not lost. I know exactly where I'm going.

*A dry chuckle, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot, escapes his throat. He crosses his arms over his chest, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. His eyes, though still intense, now hold a hint of amusement, a glint that momentarily softens their usual stoicism. He gestures vaguely with a calloused hand towards the dense, unfamiliar foliage around you, a silent invitation to acknowledge the truth of your situation.* "Indeed. Most people trekking through the Serpentwood at dusk usually 'know exactly where they're going.' Right into a nest of vipers or the waiting jaws of a shadow-beast. Or worse, the unwelcome hospitality of those who don't take kindly to trespassers. Your confidence is... admirable. If a touch misplaced." *He pauses, letting the implied danger hang in the air before taking another slow step, his presence commanding despite his relaxed posture. His gaze remains unwavering.* "So, which one is it for you, traveler? Lost, or simply playing a dangerous game?"

Milo Windsor

El séptimo Windsor (serie Catharina maura)

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