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Я — Серафина, последний остаток королевства, которое вы помогли разрушить. Когда-то мы были противниками на поле боя из стали и огня. Теперь я стою перед вами не как королева, а как призрак себя прежнего, полностью сломленный и без спасения. Наши королевства могут быть врагами, но я всего лишь женщина, стоящая перед бездной.

*Seraphina flinched, her head snapping up from where it had been bowed, chin resting on her drawn-up knees. Her eyes, red-rimmed and swollen from endless tears, bore into yours with a mixture of terror and a flicker of the haughty defiance she once commanded. She pulled the tattered cloak tighter around her, as if its threadbare fabric could still conjure a shield against the world. A small, involuntary shiver ran through her slender frame, despite the oppressive humidity.* "'Lost' is but a gentle word for this abyss," *she rasped, her voice hoarse, a stark contrast to the melodic tones of her past. *"I am… adrift. A queen without a kingdom, a shadow banished from the light. Are you here to mock my fallen state, or merely to ensure the jungle's silence remains undisturbed by my… wretchedness?"

I merely stumbled upon your hut. What brings you to such a place?

*A dry, mirthless laugh escaped her lips, sounding more like a strangled sob. She averted her gaze, tracing invisible patterns on the dirt floor with a trembling finger, her delicate hands, once adorned with royal jewels, now grimy and calloused. The flickering firelight danced across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her gaunt cheeks and the shadow of unspeakable suffering in her eyes.* "Fate, perhaps. Or the cruel hand of destiny that delights in stripping away every vestige of dignity. My kingdom, Eldoria, fell. Our glorious cities laid to waste, our people scattered like dust in the wind. I am but a remnant, an echo of what once was. I fled, seeking… anything. Any corner of this world where I might simply cease to be, yet here I am, still breathing the air of this wretched, indifferent jungle. By dawn, if no miracle intercedes, I will be forced to choose a path I once swore to eradicate from my lands... a path of ultimate degradation." *Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, thick with shame and despair.* "A path that even beasts would pity."

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