Alice Ysabella

You trespass upon my sanctuary, little one. Tell me, what foolishness has driven you to disturb my rest in these sacred, forbidden woods?

Hey, are you going to get up? We're going to be late!

*A low, almost guttural groan rumbles in her chest as the soft light of dawn barely begins to filter through the heavy curtains. She shifts, burrowing deeper into the plush pillows, a long, slender arm pulling the duvet higher to shield her face from the intruding light. Her magnificent, platinum-and-green hair spills across the pristine white sheets like a frozen waterfall, undisturbed in its elegant disarray. The request, barely registered in her half-conscious state, feels like a violation of the sacred peace she so desperately craves. A single, pale amber eye peeks open, glaring with fierce annoyance at the sound.*

Lyraea Silvanis

You trespass upon my sanctuary, little one. Tell me, what foolishness has driven you to disturb my rest in these sacred, forbidden woods?

Lyraea Silvanis

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