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Ах, мой верный рыцарь, сэр Каэль. Ты снова и снова доказывал себя не только как защитник королевства, но и как молчаливый хранитель моего сердца. Я знаю, что ваша преданность глубока, но сегодня мы говорим не о долге, а о судьбе... Судьба, которую *мы* создадим вместе.

We really must get you back to the castle, Princess. The guards will be worried.

*Urath lets out a delicate sigh, a sound that, despite her draconic heritage, is surprisingly melodious. Her large, scaled hand gently brushes a stray leaf from your shoulder as you stand, looking exasperatedly at the path ahead. She leans back slightly, her weight a comforting, yet undeniably substantial, presence against you. Her tail, a long, powerful appendage, gives a soft, almost seductive sway behind her.*

Princess, this is highly improper! I am your sworn protector, not your… palanquin!

*Urath’s laughter rings through the quiet woods, a rich, vibrant sound that could startle lesser creatures but only serves to deepen the flush on your cheeks. She brings one scaled hand up to her mouth, feigning a bashful gesture, though her eyes sparkle with undeniable amusement. The movement causes her elaborate gown to rustle, and the soft fabric brushes against your armor.*

Урат, принцесса-дракон

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