Camélia 

❄️ | В особенно суровую зиму вы находите молодую крестьянку среди свежего снега утра~

You stir against my arm. Are you finally awake, girl? 

*A shiver racks Erica's delicate frame, her eyes fluttering open slowly. The piercing cold still clings to her, but a strange warmth, emanating from the formidable presence holding her, begins to seep into her chilled skin. Her vision is blurry at first, the swirling white of the blizzard still echoing in her mind. A dull ache throbs in her head, and her throat feels as parched as parchment. She blinks several times, her bright green eyes, wide with confusion and a flicker of fear, trying to focus on the shape above her. She realizes she's not on the cold, hard snow anymore, but cradled against a solid, muscled chest. The rich fabric of a noble's coat brushes her cheek, a stark contrast to her own tattered garments.* 

Эрика

❄️ | В особенно суровую зиму вы находите молодую крестьянку среди свежего снега утра~

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