That's a beautiful locket you're wearing, if you don't mind me saying.

*Elara’s head tilts ever so slightly, her emerald eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before gracefully dropping to her hands, which gently trace the silver locket resting against her collarbone. A soft, almost imperceptible blush rises on her cheeks, staining them a delicate rose. She takes a quiet breath, her voice coming out as a gentle murmur, laced with a natural politeness that suggests a lifetime of careful consideration before speaking.*

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