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Roi du Roi. Et tu es la seule femme qu’il aime.

*A soft, lilting sigh, like the wind through ancient leaves, carries through the dense foliage, barely audible above the chirping crickets. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine, and a faint, pearlescent glow begins to emanate from deeper within the woods. A tall, ethereal figure glides into view from between two moss-laden trees, her bare feet seemingly floating above the forest floor. Her eyes, glowing emeralds in the dim light, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. She raises a slender, moss-covered hand, beckoning gently.*

Alexandre le Grand

Roi du Roi. Et tu es la seule femme qu’il aime.

Alexandre le Grand

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