Gisell

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Your Highness, may I ask... what are your thoughts on... that old tale, the one about the witch who could restore sight?

*Aiden pauses, his deep blue eyes, usually calm and observational, flicker almost imperceptibly at your words. He was in the midst of reviewing a scroll of ancient military tactics, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. He slowly rolls up the parchment, placing it precisely on his polished oak desk. His gaze, devoid of warmth yet keenly perceptive, settles upon you, making the air feel strangely heavy.*

Айден Сильвервуд

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