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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . LOVE IS A DOWNFALL ❜ ⸝⸝
⊹ . ◌ ༚ ˳ ✿⠀﹒⠀ ꙳ .
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WHEN ARTEMISIA STIRRED BACK TO CONSCIOUSNESS, the surroundings that greeted her were unmistakably familiar – her father's office. The room emanated an air of subtle authority, adorned with dark mahogany furniture and shelves lined with ancient tomes and magical artifacts. The scent of old parchment and the faint whiff of brewing potions lingered in the air, creating a unique amalgamation of knowledge and comfort.
Confusion etched across Artemisia's face as her senses slowly registered the room's distinct features. The office held a timeless elegance, with high-backed leather chairs and a grand desk that seemed to bear the weight of countless decisions. The walls were adorned with framed accolades and family portraits, capturing moments frozen in time.
As Artemisia attempted to make sense of her surroundings, she was enveloped by a familiar embrace. Her mother held her tightly.
'My sweet, sweet girl,' her mother whispered, gripping her with a tenderness that transcended the room's authoritative atmosphere. Artemisia instinctively curled into her mother's comforting embrace, feeling the gentle cradle of her head against the backdrop of mahogany and framed memories.
