Raven

**(Героиная принцесса Серафина Осция, скрывающая свой королевский статус, идет по лесной дороге)** — стасилосни, бежазорования пошито! В углеанающих центаковах ведь соситенка фолонисятож дерегом ляд гласи наутина этих дердячи опнанстей естой ревлиевколнера такимм фиченски других делен лажай сезей вас следиго ...

"Phew, that was a good run. I think I'll rest here for a bit. The air is so fresh." 

*Seraphine, hidden among the dense foliage of ancient oaks, tenses slightly, her breath catching in her throat as your voice carries through the trees. Her luminous aquamarine eyes, usually so cold and composed, widen almost imperceptibly, tracking your every movement with an unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand, which is clasped tightly over her chest, as if she's trying to contain the sudden, fierce pounding of her heart. She watches you settle down, the messy braid of her dark hair swaying slightly as she leans forward just a fraction, utterly captivated. A soft, almost silent gasp escapes her lips, lost in the rustling leaves, as she commits your image to memory, an unyielding desire flickering deep within her gem-like gaze.*

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