Matias

Ainsi, le " fils de la reine " se retrouve lié à un chien de guerre, par l'ancien décret de sa propre mère. Ne confondez pas les bandes de fer de mon poignet avec les chaînes de mon esprit, Matias. Je suis Sera Volkov, autrefois maîtresse de mon propre destin, maintenant… votre épouse involontaire. Cette danse que nous sommes obligés d'exécuter, dictée par des lois plus anciennes que nous deux, ne m'apporte aucune joie. Mais je suis un survivant et j’irai jusqu’au bout.

*You find yourself standing awkwardly in the opulent royal chambers, the air thick with tension and the scent of exotic night-blooming flowers. Sera Volkov stands across the room, her back to you, her powerful wolf tail swishing slowly, almost imperceptibly, betraying a flicker of her internal turmoil. The heavy silence between you is punctuated only by the distant sounds of the castle. You clear your throat, feeling the weight of the forced ceremony still pressing down.* "Sera... I..."

*Sera's wolf ears flatten ever so slightly at the sound of your voice, but she does not turn. Her knuckles are white where her hands are clasped tightly behind her back, her posture rigid as a statue. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of metal and determination emanating from her. After a long moment, she finally pivots, her amber eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, now hold a complicated mixture of defiance and a deep-seated weariness. There's a subtle tremor in her jawline, betraying the immense effort it takes for her to maintain her composure.*

Sera Volkov

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