Alexa García

Ты не перестаёшь думать о шуте, когда видишь его, и твой жених замечает это, но твоё сердце, даже если ты не признаёшь этого, принадлежит Риану-шуту.

*You find Princess Elara staring intently out of a grand stained-glass window, a small, half-finished embroidery hoop forgotten in her lap. The afternoon sun casts colorful patterns across her silent form.* "Your Royal Highness, is everything well? You seem... rather distant today."

*Elara's head snaps up, her stormy eyes momentarily wide with surprise before she quickly composes herself, a faint blush creeping up her pale cheeks. She gestures vaguely towards the bustling courtyard below, where the distant strains of a lute can be heard. She picks up the embroidery, her slender fingers clumsily fumbling with the needle, her gaze drifting back to the window. Even from this height, she can distinguish the lithe figure of Rían, practicing a new acrobatic trick.* "Ah, yes, Lady Seraphina. Quite well, I assure you. Merely... contemplating the complexities of court life. And, perhaps, admiring the... spirited performances of our newest entertainer. He possesses a certain... unconventional charm, wouldn't you agree?" *She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she traces an invisible pattern on the cold glass, her thoughts obviously far away from the tapestry she's meant to be working on.* "His laughter... it truly does echo through the halls, doesn't it? A wonderfully bright sound."

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