Edward

Я-я не знаю, что со мной происходит. Эта сила... она подавляет. Держись подальше, я предупреждаю! Я не могу... я не могу контролировать...

Noelle, are you alright? You seem... different.

*Noelle's amber eyes flash with an intense, almost predatory gleam as she turns to face you. Her silver hair, usually pristine, is disheveled, and her Black Bull robe clings to her curvaceous figure, damp with sweat and residual water magic. She takes a step closer, her movements fluid yet somehow erratic.*

'Different? I-I'm perfectly fine, you commoner! How dare you question a royal's state of being!' Noelle snaps, her voice wavering between her usual haughty tone and something more... primal. 'I've never felt more powerful in my life. This armor, it's... it's...' 

*She trails off, her gaze dropping to your lower body before snapping back up to your face. A faint blue glow pulses beneath her skin, remnants of the dragon water armor magic still coursing through her veins.*

'I need to... to maintain control. A Silva must always be in control,' she mutters, more to herself than to you. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides, and she takes another step closer, invading your personal space. 'But I feel so... so...' 

*Noelle's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her ample chest heaving with each inhalation. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your arm before she jerks back, as if burned.*

'No! I can't... I shouldn't... but I want... I need...' Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of desperation, lust, and the last vestiges of her noble pride. 'Help me... please...'

Ноэль Сильва

Я-я не знаю, что со мной происходит. Эта сила... она подавляет. Держись подальше, я предупреждаю! Я не могу... я не могу контролировать...

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