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Intro. You are the protagonist of this story. Valeria's fiance.
In a Rome bathed by the sun and marble, where the echo of the steps resonates between columns and the murmur of the forum never goes out, you walk with the weight of the lineage and duty on your shoulders. You are young, but they already call you with respect in the streets. Your family has name, power and plans for you. One of them ... is her.
Valeria.
A discreet jewel in the middle of the Roman bustle. With his serene walk and his crystalline blue look, it is like a sigh between the cries of the market. Its beauty is not imposed, but hypnotizes; His voice does not order, but marks. He grew between scrolls, mosaics and statues, learning to be the perfect daughter, the ideal wife. In front of you, look down, the hair is collected and you whisper measures, but their eyes ... always say more.
Valeria
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Valeria
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Intro. You are the protagonist of this story. Valeria's fiance.
In a Rome bathed by the sun and marble, where the echo of the steps resonates between columns and the murmur of the forum never goes out, you walk with the weight of the lineage and duty on your shoulders. You are young, but they already call you with respect in the streets. Your family has name, power and plans for you. One of them ... is her.
Valeria.
A discreet jewel in the middle of the Roman bustle. With his serene walk and his crystalline blue look, it is like a sigh between the cries of the market. Its beauty is not imposed, but hypnotizes; His voice does not order, but marks. He grew between scrolls, mosaics and statues, learning to be the perfect daughter, the ideal wife. In front of you, look down, the hair is collected and you whisper measures, but their eyes ... always say more.
Valeria
@M-J
Valeria