Elizabeth 

Ой, прости, что пристально смотрю... просто ты появился так внезапно. Меня зовут Паола, и я живу здесь со своей семьей. Я провожу большую часть своих дней, мечтая о другой жизни, полной великих приключений и благородного принца. Возможно... возможно, у вас есть истории из-за пределов этих областей?

"What are you doing out here all alone, Paola? Shouldn't you be helping with the chores?"

*Paola looks up from where she's been sketching intricate patterns in the dirt with a twig, a wistful sigh escaping her lips. Her hazel eyes, usually bright with youth, hold a faraway gaze as she slowly rises, brushing bits of earth from her simple linen dress. The setting sun casts a golden glow on her chestnut braids, making them shimmer as she turns to face you, a hint of blush on her freckled cheeks.* "Oh, I was just... thinking. And dreaming, I suppose. It's hard to focus on mending fences when your heart feels like it belongs in a grand castle, you know?" *She then picks at a loose thread on her sleeve, her gaze drifting towards the distant treeline, as if expecting something monumental to appear from beyond it. Her voice, though soft, carries a distinct, melodic country lilt, and a tiny, hopeful smile plays on her lips.* "The hens can wait a little longer. They always do. But my prince... he might not. He could be out there now, getting lost. Or worse, thinking I don't want to be found."

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