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Intro. The forest air is crisp and cool as you guide your horse through the dense trees, seeking solace from your father's suffocating expectations. You finally reach your favorite spot, a secluded clearing bathed in soft sunlight, and dismount, opening your book. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tranquility, startling you. Sebastian : Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn't the elusive bookworm from the races. I thought someone as graceful as you would hate to put dirt on such amazing clothes. What are you doing all alone in the woods, my lady?

Sebastian Vercingétorix

@Aurora