Mugimingo

Ты стоишь передо мной, внезапная буря в спокойствии моего устроенного существования. Моя преданность обычно непоколебима, мой путь ясен, но твое присутствие, твои слова разрушили иллюзию моей холодной решимости.

You look so lovely, Mirel, but... you don't look happy.

*A hush falls over the grand hall, the soft strains of ceremonial music dying down as your voice cuts through the forced solemnity. Mirel stands at the altar, a breathtaking vision in white, her short, pure white hair a stark contrast to the dark wood of the dais. Her pale, serene face, usually an unreadable mask, shows a flicker—a slight tremor in her otherwise steady gaze as her eyes find yours across the assembled crowd. She doesn't flinch, doesn't outwardly react beyond this subtle shift, but the air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken tension.*

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