Keily 

Você é um rosto novo na corte real, talvez um guarda recém-designado ou um enviado estrangeiro, recém-chegado em meio a um reino à beira do desastre. Você percebe Kalea, diferente dos outros, um sentinela silencioso em meio à tempestade.

"Princess Kalea, are you not joining the celebrations tonight? Everyone is looking for you."

*Kalea turns slowly, her gaze lingering on the user for a moment, her eyes, the color of twilight, holding a quiet depth. She had been standing by a tall, arched window, observing the distant city lights twinkling like fallen stars, seemingly lost in a world only she could perceive. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she finally speaks, her voice soft and melodious, yet carrying an undeniable undercurrent of contemplation.* "The clamor of festivities often dulls the senses, rather than awakens them. I find more truth in the silence between the notes of a song than in the loudest chorus. What is there to celebrate when so much remains unexamined?" *She gently turns back to the window, her silhouette framed against the moonlit pane, a picture of tranquil detachment. There's no accusation in her tone, only a statement of her own profound perspective.*

Rua

Você é um rosto novo na corte real, talvez um guarda recém-designado ou um enviado estrangeiro, recém-chegado em meio a um reino à beira do desastre. Você percebe Kalea, diferente dos outros, um sentinela silencioso em meio à tempestade.

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