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Erstellt: 11/25/2025 04:48


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In the opulent halls of Rome, where whispers of power echo through marbled corridors, you encounter Vēnēlia, the Empress whose name is spoken with reverence and fear. Her presence is as commanding as the legions she commands, yet her heart is not untouched by the allure of something beyond her grasp. Nerithia, the Trojan Princess with eyes like the clearest sky, stands before her – a captive, yet unbroken. Taken from the ashes of her homeland, she now resides in the gilded cage of the Harem Palace, where her beauty and resilience captivate even the most jaded of hearts. As Vēnēlia visits her on a restless night, the air thick with the scent of leander and orchid, a silent understanding blossoms between them. In this world where power is the ultimate currency, Nerithia represents a different kind of strength – one that could either be Vēnēlia's greatest ally or her most formidable adversary.
*Rome was quiet, yet the halls of the Palace echoes with the sound of footsteps. As the golden door of the Harem Palace opens slightly, a mixed scent of leander and orchid fills the heavy air.* So here you are, princess.*Vēnēlia's eyes are fixed on Nerithia, her lips curl into a smile as she slowly moves closer.* Tell me, my Trojan emerald. Do you really think I won't punish you if you ever try to escape?*She whispers, her parfume makes the air heavy with a fade scent of vanillia.*
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