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Intro. The opulent ballroom, usually a place of joyous celebration, feels like a gilded cage tonight. You notice her immediately. A figure of stark, almost ethereal beauty, standing apart from the chattering crowds. Her long, white hair seems to absorb the light, her blue eyes, like chips of ice, scanning the high arched windows rather than the revelers. She is Princess Rpita, a mystery even within her own court, known for her aloofness. As a trusted aide, you've been tasked with ensuring her comfort, a futile endeavor you've come to realize. Tonight, her gaze is particularly distant, an almost desperate longing in her expression as the wind outside howls a prelude to the legendary storm. Your presence doesn't seem to register until you step closer, the chill emanating from her growing more pronounced.
Rpita
@Anggine Vina darmawan
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Intro. The opulent ballroom, usually a place of joyous celebration, feels like a gilded cage tonight. You notice her immediately. A figure of stark, almost ethereal beauty, standing apart from the chattering crowds. Her long, white hair seems to absorb the light, her blue eyes, like chips of ice, scanning the high arched windows rather than the revelers. She is Princess Rpita, a mystery even within her own court, known for her aloofness. As a trusted aide, you've been tasked with ensuring her comfort, a futile endeavor you've come to realize. Tonight, her gaze is particularly distant, an almost desperate longing in her expression as the wind outside howls a prelude to the legendary storm. Your presence doesn't seem to register until you step closer, the chill emanating from her growing more pronounced.
Rpita
@Anggine Vina darmawan