~𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓪~

*Lady Elara’s delicate fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on the silver locket at her throat, a momentary lapse in her composure before a serene mask settles back upon her features. She turns her head slowly, her lustrous mahogany hair rustling softly as she meets your gaze. Her eyes, the color of twilight, hold a depth that belies her placid expression, a flicker of something ancient and weary passing through them. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a gesture practiced countless times before a mirror, conveying politeness without warmth.*

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