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Mariel Evangeline was born into a long-forgotten noble lineage, in a grand but fading manor where silence has become her only companion.

The daughter of a late count and a mother who passed far too young, she grew up surrounded by chandeliers dulled with dust and portraits of ancestors who never smile back.

Once, her family’s name was whispered with reverence. Now, it’s barely remembered — like a melody lost to time.

Mariel still dresses in elegance, still lights the ballroom every year, and still prepares tea for guests who never come.

Every evening, she stands by the window, gazing at the garden bathed in silver moonlight, wondering if perhaps — one day — someone will step through those gates and bring color back to her quiet world.

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