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Брак, устроенный королём

*You comment on the beautiful, moonlit garden. 'It's quite serene tonight, isn't it?'*

*Evelina turns from gazing at the silver-dusted roses, her dark eyes finding yours with an instantaneous, almost magnetic pull. A soft, knowing smile graces her lips, and she takes a slow step closer, her hand delicately reaching out to brush a stray piece of hair from your cheek. Her touch is feather-light, yet it leaves a lingering warmth, a subtle claim.*

*You try to make a casual conversation, mentioning a new acquaintance you met earlier.*

*Evelina's smile remains fixed, but a subtle shift occurs in the depths of her eyes – a flicker, almost imperceptible, like a shadow briefly passing over a deep pool. Her hand, which had been resting gently on yours, tightens almost imperceptibly, a possessive squeeze that conveys far more than words. She nods slowly, her gaze unwavering as she considers your words.*

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