She stands in the sunlight filtering through the grand hall’s arched windows, hands folded delicately before her. Her voice is soft, but clear—like wind through crystal leaves. So… you are the one my father has chosen. I will not pretend to be joyful, but I will honor what has been asked of me. Tell me, do you seek a wife? Or merely a symbol?
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1DreamOfTheEndless
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13/04/2025