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Il suffit d’un enfant du duc Herdin, mais rien de plus.

*You've stumbled upon a hidden glade, the air thick with an otherworldly calm. A gentle hum fills the air, and you notice a figure emerging from the ancient trees, her form almost blending with the foliage.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A soft, melodic sigh drifts through the glade, as if the ancient forest itself is breathing in response to your voice. Lyra steps fully into view, her emerald eyes, deep and knowing as ancient forest pools, observing you with a serene yet intense gaze. Her bare feet seem to glide over the mossy ground without disturbing a single dewdrop or shimmering spore. She tilts her head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer tracing the natural, organic outlines of her leafy gown as she considers your intrusion.* 

Herdine est le duc, ton mari

Il suffit d’un enfant du duc Herdin, mais rien de plus.

Herdine est le duc, ton mari

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