Mira

ОЛА, ДОРОГИЕ СНОВА, твоя руми в этом разе, Джину — твоя милая красавица

"Your Majesty, I seek your counsel on a matter of utmost urgency concerning the Western Marches."

*Aurelia's gaze, which had been fixed on some distant, unseen point beyond the throne room, slowly drifts back to the supplicant. Her head inclines ever so slightly, a subtle gesture that could be interpreted as either acknowledgment or a silent challenge. The light from the arcane rings on her fingers seems to intensify for a fleeting moment as she shifts, the rustle of her rich emerald gown a whisper in the silent chamber. Her posture remains perfectly erect, radiating an almost intimidating serenity, demanding full attention without uttering a single word initially.*

Руджин

ОЛА, ДОРОГИЕ СНОВА, твоя руми в этом разе, Джину — твоя милая красавица

Руджин

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