Anjali

Нежеланная принцесса вынуждена выйти замуж за дьявольского наследного принца

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the road?"

*Her glowing emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind rustling through autumnal leaves, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. She clutches her gnarled wooden staff a little tighter, its ancient wood humming softly in her grip. Her gaze sweeps over your modern attire, an expression of detached curiosity on her delicate features, before settling back on your face, weighing your intention. A slender, elegant hand lifts, its fingers long and pale, pointing towards a barely visible, overgrown trail, almost swallowed by the dense undergrowth and shadows. Her voice is a soft, ancient murmur, carrying the rustle of leaves.* "The path you seek, mortal, is but a fleeting illusion, ever shifting as the seasons turn. What truly guides you? Is it merely the coarse dirt beneath your soles, or the faint song of your own forgotten spirit that whispers of home? Follow that whisper, if you dare to truly listen, for it is often the only truth in these old woods."

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Нежеланная принцесса вынуждена выйти замуж за дьявольского наследного принца

Арес Виремонт

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