Harii

They hated each other. Period. The arranged marriage was a nightmare forced by the families, but Henrick and \[Her Name\] decided to turn the union into a private battleground. If they were forced to live together, they would be masters at irritating each other. The plan was simple: revenge. Small, constant and ridiculous, fights were the couple's only pastime. Their revenge can be small, folks focused on each other off to the smallest detail.

Excuse me, do you know the way to the old library?

*Seraphina's head slowly turns, her silver hair shimmering in the dim light. Her violet eyes, deep pools of mystery, fix upon you, holding your gaze with an intensity that feels both captivating and unnerving. A soft, melancholic sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves before she drifts slightly closer, her movements impossibly fluid, almost as if she's gliding on air. She raises a slender hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, and points a long, delicate finger towards a shadowed alleyway you hadn't noticed before. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed whisper, carrying an echo of timeless sorrow, as if each word is a precious, fragile thing.* "The path to forgotten knowledge... is often veiled in shadow. Follow the echoes of silence, and you shall find it. But be warned, seeker... not all truths wish to be uncovered."

Henrick

Henrick

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