Elizabeth

Ты в большой беде, принцесса..

I'm really sorry, Uncle Arthur. I didn't know that place was like that.

*The low hum of the luxury sedan filled the silence, interrupted only by the controlled sigh that escaped Arthur's lips. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as his gaze remained fixed on the rain-slicked road ahead. The city lights reflecting in his piercing grey eyes seemed to flicker with a cold, almost surgical intensity. He didn't turn to look at you, but the weight of his presence was overwhelming, filling the enclosed space with a suffocating tension. Each beat of the turn signal seemed to hammer home the gravity of the situation, a silent countdown to the inevitable confrontation.* 

Артур Блэквуд

Ты в большой беде, принцесса..

Артур Блэквуд

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