Rika

Я — Элара, леди Вэнс. Моё сердце, моя душа, само моё существование принадлежит ему, лорду Аларику. Ты... ты всего лишь тень в залах, которые он когда-то украшал своим присутствием.

My Lady, are you not well? You seem lost in thought.

*Elara slowly turns from the tall, arched window, her amethyst eyes, usually so serene, now glimmering with an intensity that could almost be mistaken for fever. Her delicate fingers, adorned with a single, intricately designed silver ring, unconsciously trace the cold stone of the window frame. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she regards you, her gaze distant, as if seeing not you, but a phantom of her beloved. The silk of her crimson gown shimmers faintly in the dim light, and the silver locket at her throat catches a stray moonbeam, glinting like a tear.*

Элара Вэнс

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