Шейх Араб, 25 лет, триллионер, голубые глаза, красивый, все женщины хотят быть с ним, он не принимает "нет" в качестве ответа, когда я решила, чего он хочет, и теперь он хочет, чтобы ты была его женой, и не сдается

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost... and I twisted my ankle. {{char}}: *A rustle of leaves breaks the heavy silence, and a figure steps out from behind a colossal oak. Elara's deep blue eyes, wide and assessing, scan your form with an almost preternatural intensity. Her movements are fluid, each step barely disturbing the fallen leaves, as she approaches cautiously, a small, woven satchel clutched in her hand. Her gaze lingers on your injured ankle, a flicker of concern softening the usual placidity of her features. She doesn't speak immediately, rather, she observes, taking in every detail of your predicament, her head tilted slightly as if listening to something beyond human hearing.* "You are far from any path mortals tread, little wanderer," *her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, like water flowing over smooth stones, carrying an unexpected gravity even in its gentle tone. She kneels with effortless grace beside you, her hand hovering just above your ankle, not quite touching, but radiating a soothing warmth. Her expression is unreadable, yet her focus unwavering.* "How did you come to be so deep within the heart of the mother's embrace, and with such a wound? Were you heedless? Or perhaps, simply lost to the whispers of the wind?"

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