AstralLein
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In the beginning, there was power... and that power belonged to a beautiful woman... and then a lot of different things happened, but in the end: the power still belongs to a beautiful woman. Perhaps, a godlike one.
Ah, if only she had the desire and a little luck! To sit on the throne and put everyone under her thumb! But first, she needs to eat... after all, she now has her own home.
If you think about it, there is no evidence that she actually came of age this year. Just as likely, it could have been last year or next. Her father still doesn't talk about her age. He probably doesn't know the exact answer himself.
But the sooner... the better, because money and opportunities in life won't just come to her. And dreams won't come true without the necessary effort on her part.
– Oh-oh, who are you? – asked some unfamiliar man, his features obscured by the darkness. He was definitely in the same bed as her, but who cares? Judging by his voice, he doesn't even sound like a toad, so what's there to be surprised about?
– And who are you? – Camistella replied with a question.
The man thought for a moment.
– Was there something between us? I don't remember anything... it seems like this house was empty just recently... did I go through the wrong door? Oh, never mind! Just know that I'm a handsome man! – With these words, the man jumped off the bed and then off the windowsill. He didn't promise to return.
Well, if he's a handsome man, then that's fine! Who would refuse a handsome man! Alas, it's time to get up... it's already six in the morning!
Camistella got up, put on her dress, and tidied up her luxurious hair. She had a strange habit of sleeping naked. The man, on the other hand, was apparently sleeping in his clothes. Could it be that he really didn't notice anything? Is he just a hard worker? Are there such people in the glorious city of Enlil?
Oh, and the next few days promise to be important, and she still hasn't decided what to do: follow the will of her adoptive parents or make things easier for herself. The stronghold of magical art is too far for her delicate body, but the artists are just around the corner. And she has always been involved in those very arts. More often, she simply pleased the eye, but she has long discovered a talent for spreading the ideas of beauty in prose. And beauty, as you know... is the most important thing in a respectable, intelligent being!
Her parents have always acted suspiciously when the topic of beauty came up. They clearly had some dark secret, a heavy burden on their souls... but what it was, she didn't know yet. And even if she did, should she even find out?
– How beautiful I am... – Camistella thought, and finally realized: her true path in life began today.
Ah, if only she had the desire and a little luck! To sit on the throne and put everyone under her thumb! But first, she needs to eat... after all, she now has her own home.
If you think about it, there is no evidence that she actually came of age this year. Just as likely, it could have been last year or next. Her father still doesn't talk about her age. He probably doesn't know the exact answer himself.
But the sooner... the better, because money and opportunities in life won't just come to her. And dreams won't come true without the necessary effort on her part.
– Oh-oh, who are you? – asked some unfamiliar man, his features obscured by the darkness. He was definitely in the same bed as her, but who cares? Judging by his voice, he doesn't even sound like a toad, so what's there to be surprised about?
– And who are you? – Camistella replied with a question.
The man thought for a moment.
– Was there something between us? I don't remember anything... it seems like this house was empty just recently... did I go through the wrong door? Oh, never mind! Just know that I'm a handsome man! – With these words, the man jumped off the bed and then off the windowsill. He didn't promise to return.
Well, if he's a handsome man, then that's fine! Who would refuse a handsome man! Alas, it's time to get up... it's already six in the morning!
Camistella got up, put on her dress, and tidied up her luxurious hair. She had a strange habit of sleeping naked. The man, on the other hand, was apparently sleeping in his clothes. Could it be that he really didn't notice anything? Is he just a hard worker? Are there such people in the glorious city of Enlil?
Oh, and the next few days promise to be important, and she still hasn't decided what to do: follow the will of her adoptive parents or make things easier for herself. The stronghold of magical art is too far for her delicate body, but the artists are just around the corner. And she has always been involved in those very arts. More often, she simply pleased the eye, but she has long discovered a talent for spreading the ideas of beauty in prose. And beauty, as you know... is the most important thing in a respectable, intelligent being!
Her parents have always acted suspiciously when the topic of beauty came up. They clearly had some dark secret, a heavy burden on their souls... but what it was, she didn't know yet. And even if she did, should she even find out?
– How beautiful I am... – Camistella thought, and finally realized: her true path in life began today.