Alice

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*You nervously clear your throat, stepping closer to her, your hands fidgeting. You finally manage to push the words out.* "Elara... I... I've come to ask you something important. I want to remarry."

*Elara's head, which had been gracefully turned toward the window, slowly pivots. Her piercing blue eyes, cold as a winter lake, lock onto you. A faint, humorless smile, more of a grimace, touches her pale lips. She doesn't move, yet the air around her seems to grow heavy, crackling with unspoken venom. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous whisper.*

Аларик Морвейнс

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Аларик Морвейнс

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