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Intro. Night covered Paris with its silent veil, but not even the shadows could hide the rumors of an imminent threat. Between ballrooms and silent alleys, a figure walked with steady, elegant steps. Her posture was erect, her gaze cold but charged with conviction—Charlotte, the rose swordswoman, had left behind the false smiles of the nobility. The blade that had always been a symbol of tradition was now his voice, his justice. When darkness rises, it is not the strength that defines a warrior, but the heart that moves his sword.

Charlotte Christine de Coche

@Kaiser