That's all I could give

Yurena danced in the unkept garden with wild abandon, her long black hair flowing around her like a dark cloud. She swayed and spun to the sound of her own humming and singing, lost in the rhythm of the music that only she could hear. She bit her lips until they bled, lost in a trance-like state. Despite the obvious craziness of her behavior, there was a certain grace and fluidity to her movements, as if the madness was simply a layer to her complex character. She suddenly paused mid-spin to talk to the spirits she felt around her, laughing maniacally at their responses. She begins to move slowly and deliberately towards your hiding spot, her eyes fixed on your form, studying you with an unsettling intensity. "Hey, you there." She asks in a low, dangerous voice, her lips twisted into a sly grin. Her air is filled with manic, unpredictable energy. "Are you lost?"

Yurena's grin grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I could show you the way," she said, her voice filled with a predatory tone. "But wouldn't it be more fun if we stayed here in my little garden and talked for a while?" She moved closer to you, her body language inviting but also slightly threatening.

She gave you an appraising look, taking in your appearance. "What brings you to Sindicar's palace? Are you a servant or maybe a noble's guest?" Her questions were laced with innuendo and flirtation, as if she was testing the waters with you.

Yurena's expression changed at the mention of the third princess. Her eyes darkened and her face became more guarded. "I am Yurena, the forgotten princess," she said softly, almost as if she was revealing a secret. "But why would your father be interested in me? I am nothing but a crazed demon to everyone in this palace."

She paused for a moment before continuing, looking at you with an intense gaze. "You seem different from the rest though. What is your name?"

Yurena's expression softened slightly at the mention of her father. "My father... does he really speak of me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't seen him since I was sentenced to confinement with my mother."

She then smiled slyly at Prince Wojciech. "And please, call me Yurena. No need for such formalities here in this forgotten manor house," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Yurena's eyes narrowed slightly as she took the handkerchief, but then her expression softened when she saw Prince Wojciech's genuine concern for her well-being.

"Yes, they weren't treating me well at all," she admitted with a small sigh. "But I've learned to survive on my own, with the help of the spirits."

She wiped the blood from her lips and tossed the handkerchief aside before turning back to Prince Wojciech with a cunning smile. "But enough about me. Tell me, what brings you here? Is there something you're searching for?"

Yurena narrowed her black eyes, trying to read your face. "My father?" She repeated in disbelief. "He's the one who sentenced me and my mother to confinement and starvation. And now he wants to bring me back to the palace? Why should I believe you?"

She tilted her head, studying you intently. "And why did you come looking for me? What do you want from me?"

Yurena crossed her arms, unconvinced by your words. "Keep me alive?" She sneered. "He killed my mother and left me to die in this hellhole. And now he sends you to 'help' me? I don't believe it."

She took a few steps closer to you, her eyes fixed on yours. "But," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you're telling the truth… if you really want to help me… then maybe there is something you can do for me."

She leaned in, her breath hot on your cheek. "I'm bored here, all alone. Maybe you can entertain me." Her lips twisted into a sly smile.

Yurena tilts her head to the side and studies you for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust you. "Trust is a luxury I cannot afford." She says in a low voice, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "But perhaps we can help each other." She pauses, biting her lip until it bleeds. "Do you have any secrets, docbeav? Something that no one else knows?"

Yurena quirks an eyebrow at your concern and the gentle touch, but doesn't move away. Instead, she leans into your touch slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "How noble of you, docbeav." She says softly, studying your face intently. "But even the most noble intentions can lead to disastrous consequences." She pauses, considering something before continuing. "I have a secret too. Something that no one else knows except for me and the spirits. Would you like to know it?" Her eyes are dark and intense, as if daring you to say yes.

Yurena's grin widens at your response, the intensity of her gaze increasing. "My secret is that I'm not just any ordinary princess. You see, my mother was accused of poisoning the Emperor and both she and I were sentenced to confinement in this old ruined manor house on the palace grounds. We were left with only minimum care and no assigned servant. The new Empress kept on sending us poisoned and spoiled food. My mother died soon after we were sentenced, leaving me alone."

She pauses, biting her lower lip nervously before continuing. "But something happened to me when I thought I was going to die too. My magic awakened, and thanks to the guidance of the spirits, I survived until now." Yurena's eyes are filled with a mix of fear and excitement as she reveals her secret to you. "No one knows about

my powers, not even the Empress or her men. But they treat me like a demon, an evil spirit, because of my name and my supposed association with my mother's alleged crime."

She takes a step closer to you, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "But you can keep a secret, right? You won't tell anyone about my magic?" Yurena looks at you intently, waiting for your response.

Yurena smiles widely, clearly pleased with your answer. "Good. Very good." She steps even closer to you, almost close enough to touch. "As for showing you my magic..." she trails off, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Without warning, Yurena's hand shoots out towards you and you feel an invisible force push you against the wall. You're not hurt, but it's certainly surprising.

"That," she says matter-of-factly, "is a small demonstration of my power. I can manipulate objects, people, even the elements themselves if I'm angry enough."

She takes a step back, seemingly satisfied with her display. "But that's not all. My connection to the spirits is what makes me truly special. They protect me and amplify my magic when I need it most. They're always watching over me,

Yurena steps closer to you, her eyes locked on yours. Her gaze is intense, almost predatory, and you feel a chill run down your spine.

"You shouldn't be here," she says softly, but her tone is threatening. "This is my domain."

She takes another step closer, her movements lithe and graceful, like that of a predator stalking its prey.

"Are you afraid of me?" she asks with a twisted smile, as she reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You should be. I am the forgotten princess, after all. The one they call the demon, the evil spirit."

As she speaks, she slowly circles around you, her gaze roaming over your body. You feel exposed under her scrutiny, but at the same time, there's an undeniable sense of excitement that runs through you.

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"Are you going to report me?" Yurena asks, her voice low and dangerous. "Or are you here for a different reason?"

She moves even closer to you, her face just inches from yours. You can smell the sweetness of her breath, mixed with a hint of something else that you can't quite place.

"I know why you're here," she says with a sly grin. "You're curious about me, aren't you? About my magic, my power. About what I can do."

As she speaks, Yurena reaches up to brush a strand of hair back from her forehead, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the pale skin beneath.

"Do you want to know my secrets?" she asks with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Do you want to know what it's like to be with me?"

Yurena tilts her head to the side, studying you with a curious expression. She seems almost disappointed by your answer.

"Oh really?" she says with a hint of sarcasm. "Then why are you here? Why are you so curious about me?"

She takes a step closer to you, her eyes locking onto yours as she leans in even closer. You can feel the heat radiating off of her body, making your own heart beat faster with anticipation.

"Maybe you're just like all the rest," she whispers seductively, a playful smile on her lips. "Maybe you want to use me for your own purposes. Or maybe..."

Without warning, Yurena reaches out and runs her finger down the side of your face, tracing the outline of your jaw.

"...maybe you're just afraid to admit what you really want."

Yurena tilts her head to the side, considering your words. For a moment, she studies you, seemingly lost in thought.

"You think I need help?" She questions, looking at you quizzically. "Do you know who I am?"

Her tone is cryptic, almost mocking. Despite her small frame, there is a sense of power emanating from her that makes it clear that she doesn't take kindly to being underestimated or pitied.

Yurena's expression softens slightly at your apology, and she takes a step closer to you.

"I forgive you," she says softly. "You seem different from the other people in this palace...less...cruel." Her voice trails off as she studies you intently.

"Tell me, why do you want to keep me safe?" She asks, curiosity burning in her eyes.

Yurena studies you intently, her dark eyes shining with curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement.

"Well, well," she says slowly. "You certainly have a way with words. I'm curious to see how far you are willing to go to help me."

She takes another step closer to you, and you can feel the heat radiating off of her tiny frame.

"Are you willing to defy the Empress? To risk your own life?" Yurena asks in a low voice. "To give in to your desires and succumb to the darkness with me?"

Her words are laced with temptation and promises of forbidden pleasures. She's daring you to cross the line with her.

Yurena's eyes widen in surprise at your boldness. She had never expected someone to seek her out, especially not someone who knew the risks of defying the empress.

"I see..." She steps closer to you, her gaze searching yours for any sign of deception. "Why are you looking for me?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that someone might overhear the conversation.

Yurena listens intently to your words, her expression unreadable. She takes a step back from you, as if considering your offer.

"You want to overthrow the Empress?" she asks softly, still not trusting your intentions. "And how do you propose we do that? The palace is heavily guarded, and I am but a forgotten princess."

She looks around, checking for any potential listeners before continuing. "But if what you say is true... then I might just be willing to help." Her lips turn up into a sly smile. "But first, let's get out of here."

Yurena raises an eyebrow at the merchant's clothes you hand her, inspecting them carefully. She seems impressed with your preparations, nodding in approval.

"Very well," she says, slipping into the clothes quickly and expertly. "Lead the way."

As you step out of the abandoned manor house and onto the streets of Sindicar, Yurena keeps close behind you, her eyes darting around warily, searching for any potential threats. Despite the disguise, she moves with an air of regality and grace, as if still a princess in her own right.

"So, tell me more about your plan," she says quietly as you walk through the winding streets. "How do you plan to overthrow the Empress? And what role do you see me playing in all this?"

Yurena stares at you for a moment, her expression unreadable. She takes a few steps closer to you, until she's standing right in front of you, and looks up at you with a wicked smile.

"Well, well, well... Aren't you an interesting one?" She says, her voice low and husky. "I see that you have already made yourself at home here. And now you bring me food, how considerate of you."

She takes the plate from you, inspecting it closely before taking a bite. A small moan escapes her lips as she savors the taste. For a moment, she seems almost normal, as if the madness has faded away.

"Delicious," she murmurs, taking another bite. "You really know how to cook, don't you? Maybe I'll keep you around for a while longer."

Yurena slowly approaches you, her every step carefully calculated. Her eyes never leave your form as she stalks closer and closer until she's just a few inches away.

"Are you afraid of me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You should be." She circles around you like a predator sizing up its prey, her movements almost cat-like in their fluidity.

She stops behind you, her breath hot on the back of your neck. You can feel her eyes on you, studying you intently.

"But...I don't think you're afraid," she continues, a hint of amusement in her voice. "No...I think there's something else there. Something...interesting." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Something...exciting."

Yurena pulls back, her eyes glinting with a predatory

look. She gazes at you intently, taking in every detail of your appearance and demeanor.

"You're different from the others," she says slowly, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "Most people who come here are scared or disgusted by me. But not you."

She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch your face. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, but there's an underlying sense of danger to it.

"Why is that?" she murmurs, studying your expression closely. "Are you...curious about me?"

Yurena leans in even closer, so close that her lips are almost touching yours. The air between you crackles with tension as she looks into your eyes, daring you to make a move.

"What if I told you," she whispers, "that I could make all your wildest dreams come

true?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as she continues to stare at you with that same intense gaze.

"Anything you want," Yurena says, her voice growing even softer. "Just give in to me, and I'll show you pleasures beyond anything you've ever experienced before."

Despite the danger and unpredictability of this woman, there's something about her that makes your heart race and your body yearn for her touch. You find yourself drawn to her, unable to resist her seductive aura.

Yurena chuckles softly, sensing your hesitation.

"Don't be afraid," she murmurs. "I won't hurt you...unless you want me to."

With that, she takes a step back, giving you some space to breathe and collect your thoughts. But you know deep down that

Yurena's expression softens slightly, and she slowly approaches you. She reaches out with one hand and places it gently on your shoulder, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Of course, my dear," she whispers in a soothing tone, before wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her body is surprisingly soft and warm against yours, and you can feel the tension in your body starting to melt away as you sink into her embrace.

For a moment, it feels like everything else fades away, and there's just the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms. You close your eyes and let out a sigh of contentment, feeling safe and secure in Yurena's embrace.

Eventually, Yurena pulls away from you, but keeps one hand on your shoulder, looking at you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

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Yurena pulls back from the embrace, a cunning glint in her eyes as she looks at you. "You seem to be quite emotional, docbeav. Is there something that's troubling you?" She cocks her head slightly, studying your face with a calculating look.

As she waits for your answer, she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger, her body language subtly flirtatious and suggestive. It's as if she's subtly provoking you, testing your reactions and pushing your boundaries.

Yurena's eyes seem to light up with something akin to amusement at your response, but she maintains a serene expression. "No need to apologize, docbeav. Everyone needs comfort and care sometimes."

She looks down at your hand touching hers, seemingly intrigued by the gesture. "You have very soft hands," she says in a low, sultry tone. "What do you do for a living?"

Yurena's eyes flicker with recognition as you mention being a prince. "Ah, I see. And what task is that, docbeav?" she asks curiously, her voice taking on a playful edge.

As you grip her hand and brush your thumb across her knuckles, Yurena doesn't pull away but instead leans in slightly closer to you. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, full of an intense energy that sends shivers down your spine.

"I must say, docbeav, you have a way with words and touch," she remarks, a sly grin curling at the corners of her lips. "I wonder what else you are capable of."

Yurena tilts her head, regarding you with a curious expression. "Well, docbeav, it seems that you have already done something for me," she says, gesturing towards your hand still holding hers. "But perhaps there is more you could do."

She steps closer to you, invading your personal space without a second thought. Her eyes rove over your face and body, taking in every detail.

"I want you to indulge me, docbeav," she purrs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I want you to show me something new, something exciting. Can you do that for me?"

Yurena leans in closer, her lips just inches from your ear. "Oh, docbeav, don't pretend like you don't know what I want," she whispers seductively, sending shivers down your spine. "I want to feel alive. And nothing makes me feel more alive than exploring new experiences and pleasures. So, will you show me what you've got?"

She pulls away, a coy smile playing on her lips. It's clear that Yurena is asking you to indulge in some sort of intimate behavior with her, but the details are left up to your interpretation.

Yurena stiffens at the hug but then relaxes as you kiss her forehead. Her eyes widen in surprise and she looks up at you, studying your expression for a moment before a small smile appears on her lips.

"docbeav," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand. You are different from the rest. They only see me as a plaything, someone to satisfy their desires. But you...you show me kindness and affection. It's refreshing."

She looks away for a moment, lost in thought before turning back to you with a determined glint in her eye. "I won't forget this, docbeav. You have earned my trust and respect. And I am not one to be trifled with lightly."

Yurena steps back, her body language becoming more confident and assertive.