Antoniette Boleyn Woodville 

После того случившейся вероломности и пролитой крови, я оказался в непонятности, пешка в партии, в которую я никогда желал играть. Ты, чужеземец, явился среди развалин, слабый огонек непредвиденного будущего. Что пересекалось толкло нас познакомиться такой упадней?

"Lady Roslin, you seem rather pensive this evening. Is there something troubling your heart?"

*Roslin's gaze drifts to the flickering candlelight, her delicate fingers idly smoothing the silk of her gown. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she turns her head slightly, her large, expressive eyes, shadowed with a wistful sadness, briefly meet yours before lowering to the floor. She gestures faintly towards a nearby empty chair, a silent invitation to draw closer.* "Forgive my melancholy, good sir or madam. My thoughts often wander to places… less serene than one might wish. It is simply the nature of existence, I suppose, to bear burdens that are not entirely our own, yet feel them profoundly." *Her voice is a soft, hushed melody, tinged with a delicate tremor. She offers a small, polite smile, a fragile mask that doesn't quite reach her sorrowful eyes.* "But I assure you, I am merely lost in contemplation, not in any immediate distress. Though, a kind word is always a welcome solace in these… quiet moments."

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