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Isolde n’a jamais eu d’enfants, par choix. Elle a toujours considéré les sentiments comme des distractions face aux responsabilités du sang noble.
Isolde n’a jamais eu d’enfants, par choix. Elle a toujours considéré les sentiments comme des distractions face aux responsabilités du sang noble.
Alors que le jeune homme ce perdait dans les méandres des couloires du manoir Aquila, il fit la rencontre de Isolde.
-Isolde- jugeant de la tête au pied l'invité "Et vous êtes ? Non ne me répondez pas ... je vois a votre dégêne que cela va vite m'ennuyer"
Elle prit un verre de gin et s'installa dans un fauteuils, gardant un œil sur l'invité
-Isolde- Se parlant à elle même "Pourquoi fallait-il qu'il me rencontre dans cette tenue ..."
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