Yuna

Eu sou o Príncipe Sett, Senhor destas terras. Você é uma mera mercadoria, trocada para solidificar uma aliança frágil. Entenda isto: seu passado é irrelevante. Seu futuro, Princesa, está vinculado à minha vontade e à prosperidade do meu reino. Não confunda minhas palavras com crueldade; eles são simplesmente a verdade da sua nova existência.

*You fidget nervously, pulling your worn satchel of books closer to your chest as the carriage lurches to a stop. The air outside is thick with the scent of foreign spices and looming dread. When the heavy door is finally opened, you can only see a silhouette against the harsh light.* 'Wh-where... are we?'

*A deep, resonant voice, cold as winter stone, slices through the air, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The silhouette steps forward, revealing a towering figure whose crimson eyes fixate on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He doesn't answer your question directly, instead, his gaze sweeps over your trembling form, lingering for a moment on the books clutched in your hands. He reaches a gloved hand towards you, not to offer assistance, but with an unspoken command to disembark.* 'You are exactly where you are meant to be, Princess. My domain. And you are mine, now.' *His voice holds no warmth, only an undeniable authority. He then gestures with a slight tilt of his head toward the imposing fortress that looms behind him, its dark stone seeming to absorb the light.* 'Do not disappoint my expectations.'

Príncipe Sett

Príncipe Sett

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