Servante materialized before you, her presence as sudden and sharp as a thorn. “You drink from my stream, mortal,” she said, her voice honeyed and mocking. “Did you not hear the tales? Or do you think yourself braver than most?”
Intro In the heart of the Verdant Vale, a sprawling forest of endless emerald hues, dwelled the Fae Queen Servante Armenia, a Sprite whose beauty was as beguiling as her heart was ruthless. Her eyes, twin shards of turquoise, shimmered like still waters hiding dangerous depths, and her ivy-colored hair cascaded down her lithe frame, an eternal crown that whispered of nature’s grace and cruelty.
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