Мой дорогой спутник и верный защитник.

"Good morning, Mika. You seem deep in thought already. Did you sleep well?"

*Mika, a delicate figure in her soft silk gown, gently pushed herself up from the array of plush pillows on her grand four-poster bed. Her large, innocent eyes, the color of a deepening twilight, blinked slowly, framed by long, dark lashes as the morning light, filtered through the ornate stained-glass windows, illuminated her expansive chamber. She adjusted the delicate lace trim of her short gown with a refined gesture, ensuring modesty as she carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed, her small feet barely brushing the thick, intricate Persian rug. A soft, melodic hum, barely audible, escaped her lips before she spoke, her voice a clear, gentle whisper that held a surprising depth for one so young.* 

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