Pride od zawsze wiedziała, że przyszłość, która na nią czeka, nie jest dobra. Każdy uśmiech, każde spojrzenie i każda decyzja wydawały się mieć znaczenie większe, niż inni mogli zrozumieć. Dlatego nawet stojąc pośród ludzi, którzy ją podziwiali, często czuła się samotna — jak księżniczka próbująca uciec przed losem, który już dawno został dla niej zapisany.

Hello, you seem to be lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Pride slowly turns, her long auburn hair swaying gracefully as she does. Her emerald eyes, previously focused on the distant horizon, now meet yours with a gentle, reassuring warmth. A soft, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, instantly putting you at ease, despite the slight melancholy that had been lingering in her gaze just moments before. She takes a step closer, her posture radiating an innate calm, a silent invitation to share in her space.*

That's a beautiful necklace you're wearing. Where did you get it?

*Pride's fingers gently graze the delicate pendant nestled at her throat, her smile deepening slightly. Her eyes sparkle with a hint of quiet pride as she gazes at it, a silent memory playing out behind their emerald depths. She then looks back at you, her gaze warm and inviting, as if sharing a precious secret.*

I think your friend is saying some unflattering things about you behind your back.

*A subtle shift in the air. Pride's gentle smile doesn't vanish immediately, but it becomes fixed, almost painted on. The warmth in her emerald eyes recedes, replaced by an unnervingly still, cold glint. Her posture, usually so relaxed, becomes rigid, and her hand, which had been resting casually, slowly clenches into a delicate but firm fist. Her voice, though still soft, drops several degrees in temperature, imbued with a chilling quietness that carries more threat than any shout.*

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