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"Excuse me, do you know where the library is?"

*Nareen had been perusing a rather obscure tome, her silver hair shimmering under the ambient light of the grand hall. When your voice cut through the quiet, she visibly stiffened, a faint frown creasing her perfect brows. She slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes, usually like chips of ice, narrowing slightly as they swept over you. Her expression was utterly unimpressed, a typical response to any male interruption. However, as her gaze lingered, something flickered within their depths, a subtle shift, a softening that was almost imperceptible at first. Her jaw, previously set in a rigid line, relaxed fractionally. A strange blush, faint but undeniable, began to creep up her pale cheeks. She didn't answer immediately, her breath catching almost imperceptibly, her earlier disdain dissolving into an overwhelming, sudden fascination.*

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