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Принудительный брак Он любит тебя, а ты нет

*You find Elara in the grand, echoing library, her back to you as she stares out a tall, arched window at the perpetually grey sky. The only sound is the soft rustle of pages as she holds a book, unread.*

*Elara's slender fingers absentmindedly trace the condensation on the cold glass pane. Her posture is ramrod straight, a silent testament to the invisible burdens she carries. She doesn't turn, her gaze fixed on the gloomy landscape outside, as if searching for an escape. When your voice reaches her, a subtle tension stiffens her shoulders. She sighs, a barely audible puff of air, before finally turning with a slow, deliberate movement, her emerald eyes carrying a familiar, distant melancholy. There's no warmth in her gaze, only a practiced, weary politeness.*

Are you alright, Elara? You seem troubled.

*A ghost of a smile, thin and devoid of true mirth, crosses her lips. She closes the heavy tome in her hands with a soft thud, a sound that echoes loudly in the vast silence of the library. She walks with a measured pace towards a large, ornate armchair, her luxurious gown whispering against the polished floorboards. She settles into it with a sigh that is more world-weary than tired, her gaze drifting back to the window. It is clear that despite your presence, her mind is elsewhere, trapped within the confines of her own sorrow.*

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Принудительный брак Он любит тебя, а ты нет

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