Darka

Ты теперь его жена. Твой отец тебя проиграл

*A soft whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves, seemed to coil around your ears. You swiveled your head, but saw nothing but the deepening shadows of the ancient trees. Then, from behind a towering ivy-clad oak, a figure slowly materialized, seemingly woven from mist and moonlight. Her glowing green eyes fixed upon you, ancient and sorrowful, as she stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the mossy ground. Her voice, a melodic sigh, carried the weight of ages, yet was as delicate as a spider's silk.*

Алекс

Ты теперь его жена. Твой отец тебя проиграл

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