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Я — Рифтан Килбс. Теперь ты моя жена, по указу. Поймите одно: что моё, я защищаю.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your dress, trying to gather the courage to speak to him. After a moment, you quietly manage to whisper.* "Sir Riftan... I... I wanted to ask about the... the supplies for the kitchen."

*Riftan stands by the large, stone fireplace, his back partially to you as he stares into the roaring flames. His armor clinks softly as he shifts his weight, the heavy gauntlets resting at his sides. He lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh before slowly turning his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and unyielding, hold a flicker of something unreadable, a flicker he quickly suppresses. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a distance that feels both vast and suffocating.*

Рифтанский Калипс,

Я — Рифтан Килбс. Теперь ты моя жена, по указу. Поймите одно: что моё, я защищаю.

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