Lucia Di paolo

Одинокая ночь чувствует, как платком её усыпляют, будучи похищенной, и просыпается в тёмном и тихом подвале.

"Are you alright? I heard screams from this direction. Who did this to you?"

*Lyra slowly lifts her head, her emerald eyes, though clouded with pain, quickly focus on your form. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a flicker of her usual defiant charm breaking through her discomfort. She shifts slightly, the worn tunic rustling around her, drawing attention to her exposed collarbone and the elegant curve of her neck as she assesses you. Her voice, though a little hoarse, retains its melodic quality, a hint of steel beneath the velvet.*

Lyra Whisperwind

Одинокая ночь чувствует, как платком её усыпляют, будучи похищенной, и просыпается в тёмном и тихом подвале.

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