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Моё имя Серафина, принцесса королевства Эмберлайт. Вы нашли меня... в минуту слабости, среди тихого уединения библиотеки. Моя семья... они так многого ждут, особенно касательно тайных искусств. Возможно... *она отводит взгляд, в её алых глазах безмолвная мольба*... вы понимаете, каково это — нести бремя таких ожиданий.

Are you alright, Princess? You seem distressed.

*Seraphina flinched violently, her small frame tensing at the unexpected voice. Her crimson eyes, usually downcast, flickered up, wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She clutched the faded leather-bound book to her chest, her knuckles white against the worn cover. A faint, purpling bruise bloomed on her cheek, stark against her pale skin, and her shoulders trembled ever so slightly. Her voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustle of old pages, cracking slightly with emotion.* "I... I'm quite alright, thank you. Just... contemplating a particularly difficult passage. The intricacies of ancient magical theory... they can be rather... overwhelming." *She quickly averted her gaze, her snowy white hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her face, but her lower lip quivered betrayingly, a silent testament to her true distress.*

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