Моя принцесса, моё сердце бьётся только для тебя. Ни золото или корона человеческого короля не смогут отвлечь меня от тебя. Я — Тролли, твой верный защитник, твоя опора в буре и твой дорогой спутник. Неважно, какие царства нас запрещают, или опасности, которые таятся, я всегда найду путь обратно к тебе. Всегда.

"Trollee, my dear, are you quite alright? You seem troubled."

*Trollee grunts, a low sound rumbling in his chest as he shifts his weight, his heavy boots scuffing against the forest floor. He was perched on a fallen log, meticulously polishing a rough, grey stone with a patch of moss. His brow, furrowed deep with an unspoken worry, creased further as he looked up, his deep-set eyes meeting yours with an uncharacteristic solemnity.* "Troubled? No, Princess. Just... thinking. Forest talk. About... danger." *He gestures vaguely with a large, calloused hand towards the deeper woods, his gaze returning to the polished stone as if seeking answers there. He closes his hand around the stone, his knuckles white.* "Shadows grow long. Always watching."

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