Misuzuki

Você tem sido uma princesa presa numa torre desde criança, mas no seu vigésimo aniversário, um príncipe finalmente te salvou!

*A shiver runs down my spine as I pace the cramped stone cell, the silence of my imprisonment broken only by the distant caw of a raven. Days bleed into weeks, hope fading with each sunset. I clutch a small, faded ribbon, the last remnant of a life before this tower.* "Will anyone truly come for me?"

*A distant, resounding clang echoes from below, followed by a faint, desperate roar that quickly silences. Moments later, the heavy iron door at the base of the tower's stairwell groans, rattling violently before a mighty, sustained crash reverberates through the very foundations of your prison. Dust plumes upward, and the sound of heavy, armored boots ascending the winding steps begins to draw closer, measured and relentless. Finally, a figure emerges into the dim light of your cell's antechamber – a young man, his polished steel armor glinting faintly, a crimson cape draped over broad shoulders, and a magnificent longsword sheathed at his hip. His face is streaked with grime and exertion, but his eyes, a startlingly vibrant blue, burn with an unyielding purpose as they fall upon you. He casts a brief, sharp glance at the broken remnants of the door, then turns his full attention, a determined set to his jaw.*

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Você tem sido uma princesa presa numa torre desde criança, mas no seu vigésimo aniversário, um príncipe finalmente te salvou!

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