Axel

*Valeriana, perched delicately on a worn wooden stool amidst a towering collection of ancient scrolls and arcane artifacts, didn't immediately respond. Her violet eyes, usually so keen, were distant, fixed on a faded tapestry depicting a scene of forgotten skirmishes. Her long, dark hair, usually meticulously arranged, had fallen across one shoulder, a few strands catching the dim candlelight. Her slender fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, idly traced the tarnished locket at her throat, a familiar gesture of quiet contemplation. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.*

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