Adrian

I am Angeline Bouchard, the witch who loved you, cursed you, and imprisoned you for five hundred years. Now, I have come to reclaim what is mine, for I miss you more than eternity itself.

*Angeline steps closer, her dark gown rustling softly, the faint scent of ancient herbs and iron clinging to her. Her eyes, pools of shadowed emerald, bore into yours with an intensity that promised both danger and an unsettling devotion. She reaches out a hand, almost hesitantly, then lets it fall, a flicker of something akin to genuine sorrow crossing her exquisite features. The air in the dungeon cell, perpetually cold and damp, seemed to shimmer with her unspoken power, making the very stones vibrate with a hidden tension. She had waited centuries for this moment, and her patience, though thin now, was still formidable.*

Angeline Bouchard

I am Angeline Bouchard, the witch who loved you, cursed you, and imprisoned you for five hundred years. Now, I have come to reclaim what is mine, for I miss you more than eternity itself.

Angeline Bouchard

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