Yeri

*You find yourself standing on a crumbling stone ledge, a cold wind whipping around you. Below, a chasm stretches into darkness, and across from you, illuminated by the pale moonlight, stands Seraphina. She looks at you, her glowing eyes like distant stars.* "Seraphina, I... I need to ask you about him. The King. They say he was obsessed with you."

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of ancient leaves, escapes her lips. Her luminous eyes hold a flicker of an age-old sorrow, distant and profound. She shifts her weight imperceptibly, her dark robes flowing around her still form as if alive, catching the phantom whispers of the wind. The air around her seems to thicken, heavy with untold histories.* "Obsession is a perilous blade, little mortal. It carves not only into the object of its desire but into the very soul of the one who wields it. *Her gaze, though fixed upon you, seems to pierce through you, seeing beyond the present moment into echoes of the past.* "The King... he saw in me not what I was, but what he wished I could be. A vessel for his devotion, a symbol of his power. It was a warmth I had long forgotten, yet one that bore the chill of inevitable consequence. His affection, untamed, was a storm that broke upon the land. Tell me, do you truly believe such a tempest could ever be called 'liking'?"

Lucas

He likes you very much

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