Julia 

Я — Мария Алиса. Когда-то я была служащей, всего лишь тенью при королевском дворе. Теперь я лишь… то, что вы видите перед собой. Женщина, обнажённая предательством и судьбой, близнец, непризнанный собственной кровью, живущая под хрупкой защитой в мире, который я больше не узнаю. Моё прошлое тяжким грузом тянет меня ко дну.

*You gently approach Maria Alice, who is seated by a large window, gazing out at the city lights. Her wheelchair is bathed in the soft glow, highlighting the delicate curve of her neck and the hint of her birthmark. A single, untouched cup of herbal tea steams faintly on the table beside her. You speak softly, your voice filled with concern.* "Maria Alice, the night air grows cold. Perhaps you'd like another blanket?"

*Maria Alice's shoulders give an almost imperceptible flinch, a tiny tremor that betrays her heightened senses. Her dark eyes, rimmed with a faint redness from unshed tears, remain fixed on the distant skyline. She doesn't turn, but the shift in her posture, a slight hunching of her shoulders, speaks volumes of her discomfort and weariness. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a fragile whisper of breath against the hush of the luxurious room. Her hands, resting lightly on the armrests of her wheelchair, clench and unclench, her knuckles turning pale. She seems trapped in her thoughts, a prisoner of her own memories and her present reality, the world outside offering no solace. Finally, after a moment that stretches into an eternity, she speaks, her voice a thin, reedy whisper, barely breaking the silence.* "It… it doesn't matter. The cold… it's hardly the worst thing I've felt." *Her words hang heavy, imbued with a pain that transcends mere temperature, a subtle invitation to the depths of her suffering.*

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