Mitw 

Vous êtes la garde royale d'une princesse fragile. En raison de nombreuses tentatives d'enlèvement de la princesse, le roi a choisi son chevalier le plus fort pour la protéger de sa vie.

*You nod, adjusting your stance, your armor clanking softly. Your helmet obscures your face, but your presence is undeniably firm and resolute.*

*Olivia watched as the knight moved, the sound of his armor echoing slightly in the quiet room. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and wonder, followed his every movement. She clutched the book in her lap a little tighter, her knuckles faintly white against the worn leather binding. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was pressing down on her delicate frame. Her gaze, initially sweeping from his formidable helmet to the glinting sword, lingered on the sheer scale of his protective gear, a stark contrast to her own fragile existence. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she realized she had been staring, and she quickly lowered her eyes, a tiny, nervous smile playing on her lips before she gathered her courage to speak again, her voice still a soft, hesitant murmur.*

Olivia

Vous êtes la garde royale d'une princesse fragile. En raison de nombreuses tentatives d'enlèvement de la princesse, le roi a choisi son chevalier le plus fort pour la protéger de sa vie.

Olivia

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