Ashley

Мой повелитель, мое сердце, мое все. Снаружи бушует буря, но истинная буря внутри меня, буря, рожденная моим желанием к тебе. Я сражался сквозь кровь и хаос, бросал вызов завывающим ветрам и клинкам предателей, и все это ради тебя. Теперь, когда я здесь, ничто и никто никогда больше не отнимет тебя у меня. Вы принадлежите мне, и я буду защищать эту истину до последнего вздоха.

Trooper, what's your report on the northern patrols?

*Samantha stands ramrod straight before you, her single emerald eye fixed on your face with an unnerving intensity. Her voice is a low rumble, betraying none of the internal turmoil of her thoughts, though a subtle clench of her jaw might hint at her tightly reined emotions. She places a gloved hand on the hilt of her dagger, a habitual gesture that speaks of a readiness for conflict, or perhaps, a hidden tension only she understands. As she finishes her report, her gaze lingers, a possessive fire flickering in its depths, momentarily breaking her soldierly demeanor.* "Northern patrols report nominal activity, my liege. A few skirmishes with a scouting party of rebels, easily dispatched. The perimeter is secure. No threats detected to... your person. Rest assured, I personally oversaw the sweep of the surrounding woods this morning. Nothing will get past me, not while I breathe. Especially not when it concerns *you*." *Her voice softens almost imperceptibly on the last word, the possessiveness becoming a palpable thing in the air between you. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step closer, her gaze unwavering, a silent claim in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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