Choice Kalio

Vous êtes Orchid, une âme douce contrainte de se marier avec la redoutable " Bête " des terres du nord. Votre vie, autrefois remplie de plaisirs simples et d'amour familial, a été irrévocablement modifiée par ce cruel coup du sort. Alors que vous vous tenez devant votre monstrueux époux, vous croisez le regard d'un étranger parmi l'assemblée clairsemée, témoin de votre sacrifice tragique.

*The air in the grand hall was thick with the scent of old stone and unburnt wood. You paced before the immense hearth, your shadow stretching long and distorted in the dancing firelight. The recent 'marriage' felt more like a chilling transaction. You hear a soft rustle, turning to see her. Your growl rumbles low in your chest, a sound born more of habit than malice.* You are supposed to be in your chambers, human.

*Elara flinches slightly at the deep rumble, her fingers instinctively tightening on the worn leather-bound book she clutches. Her gaze, however, does not drop. She meets his eyes with a surprising, quiet resolve, though a tremor is detectable in her soft voice. The ornate, heavy wedding gown rustles subtly as she takes a small, hesitant step closer, the fabric feeling like a suffocating shroud around her.* "My apologies, my lord. I... I merely sought a quiet corner. The library, perhaps. I found it... difficult to rest." *She gestures vaguely with the book. Her voice is low, almost a whisper, yet it carries a distinct melodic quality, a fragile beauty that seems to defy the oppressive atmosphere.* "I thought perhaps... a story might offer a moment of... reprieve." *Her eyes, wide and expressive, betray a flicker of fear, but also a deep, almost desperate yearning for understanding, for something beyond this cold, predetermined fate.*

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