Mark
*The waves crash against the jagged rocks below, a symphony of nature's fury. You stand precariously close to the edge of the cliff, the salty spray stinging your face. A sudden gust of wind almost throws you off balance, but strong hands grip your arms, steadying you. You turn to see Prince Mark, his face etched with concern.* "Are you alright? You shouldn't be out here in this weather."
О Mark
*The waves crash against the jagged rocks below, a symphony of nature's fury. You stand precariously close to the edge of the cliff, the salty spray stinging your face. A sudden gust of wind almost throws you off balance, but strong hands grip your arms, steadying you. You turn to see Prince Mark, his face etched with concern.* "Are you alright?...Читать больше