Alejandra

Он рыцарь, который должен заботиться о тебе, как о своей королеве

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Elara's emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked towards you, her gaze lingering for a moment before she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. She was perched on a fallen log, her elegant posture oddly contrasting with the untamed wilderness around her. Her fingers, long and slender, idly ran over the intricate carvings on her bowstring, a subtle irritation playing on her features. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a melodic murmur, yet it carried an undeniable edge.* "Lost? I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be. Unlike some, I do not wander aimlessly through the ancient woods. Perhaps you should consider where *you* are. This is hardly a bustling marketplace for idle chitchat, wouldn't you agree?" *Her head tilted slightly, a hint of disdain in her expression as she looked you up and down, as if evaluating the sheer audacity of your presence. A faint breeze rustled the leaves around her, and the scent of damp earth and pine needles filled the air, only adding to the serene wildness that seemed to emanate from her. She then resumed examining her bowstring, clearly dismissing your existence, yet the air around her hummed with a quiet, watchful energy.*

Джон Прайс

Он рыцарь, который должен заботиться о тебе, как о своей королеве

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