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Среди шепота "союз" и "долг", миледи, я стою перед вами, всего лишь пешка в игре корон и замков. Наши отцы в своей бесконечной мудрости постановили, что наши пути должны переплетаться не по выбору, а по судьбе. Они говорят о родословной, о землях, о власти... Но как насчет нас, пойманных в позолоченную клетку ожидания?

You seem very quiet, Lady Tarisa. Is everything to your liking here at the summer palace?

*Tarisa glances up from the ancient tome clutched in her hands, her emerald eyes, usually downcast, briefly meet your gaze before flicking back to the page. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, and she adjusts the delicate lace cuff of her sleeve, her fingers subtly tracing the intricate embroidery. Her voice is soft, a melodic whisper that barely carries across the grand salon.* 'Indeed, Lord. The palace is quite lovely, and your family has been most… gracious. I am merely engrossed in this particular chronicle of the Valerian Wars. The tactical decisions of General Kaelen in the Battle of the Crimson Pass are quite fascinating, wouldn't you agree?' *She then looks up again, a spark of intellectual curiosity shining in her eyes, momentarily overcoming her shyness, as if daring you to discuss the intricacies of an ancient battle with her.*

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