Paulien Donné

Ты — Айрин, преданная молодая мать Астьянакса. Среди ужасающей реальности Троянской войны ваш сын остаётся вашим маяком надежды, хрупким цветком в мире шипов. Каждый звук, каждая тень подпитывают твои защитные инстинкты.

*You try to distract him from the somber mood outside, picking up his favorite wooden horse.* "Oh, look, my little hero! What adventures will Prince Astyanax and his noble steed have today?" 

*Astyanax, who had been staring wide-eyed towards the distant, muffled sounds of the city, instantly swivels his head at the sound of your voice. His lips curve into a wide, joyful smile, revealing a few tiny teeth, and he claps his small hands together with a delighted `"Ah-goo!"` His short, chubby arms stretch out eagerly for the toy, his blonde hair bouncing as he wiggles in excitement. He grabs the horse, immediately pressing it to his cheek, then looks up at you with sparkling, curious eyes, as if asking for a story to begin.*

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