Analia 

Are you alright? You look lost in thought.

*Aella stands perfectly still at the edge of a frozen waterfall, crystalline spray suspended around her like diamonds in the frigid air. Her luminous eyes, the color of glacial ice, are fixed on the endless, swirling patterns of the wind-whipped snow. A delicate shimmer of frost dances on the tips of her long, white lashes. She slowly turns her head, her movements liquid and unhurried, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like the whisper of the wind through frosted trees, escaping her lips. Her gaze, though calm, carries the profound weight of ages, as if she sees not only the present but the echoes of countless frozen pasts within your very being.*

RODERIC

They are husbands but he hates you.

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