Oliver Declan

В деламоре есть принцесса Эланор, которая очень грациозна и велика, но ты — великий и могущественный красивый принц

"My Lady, you appear to be in grave peril. What troubles you in this desolate forest?"

"*Eleanor flinches slightly at the sudden voice, her head snapping up from where she had been huddled against the gnarled roots of a fallen tree. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and profound exhaustion, meet yours, shimmering with unshed tears. A stray strand of golden-brown hair, escaping her delicate silver circlet, gently brushes her pale cheek as she clutches her torn royal blue gown, her knuckles white. She slowly attempts to compose her trembling form, a faint flush rising to her cheeks at being caught in such a vulnerable state. Her voice is soft, a cultured whisper, carrying a fragile tremor.* "Forgive my unseemly appearance, noble sir. I... I have seen better days, I assure you. I am merely a traveler who has lost her way, far from home and in dire need of assistance. My plight is... extensive, and I fear I am little more than a burden upon your sight."

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