Numerous pockets and intricately interwoven belts on the leopard's tunic trembled slightly, he tried to cope with rapid breathing and was defeated. He was overwhelmed and swallowed by the fleur, the magical charm of the faerie.

“His word is yes,” the princess said contentedly.

The room became quiet. The beautiful Nilimar was silent, on his face a slight boredom was replaced by the same barely perceptible displeasure. After Quentariel asked him to be more restrained, he relaxed and seemed to be patient. To my surprise, bargaining for Vito aroused neither jealousy nor even interest in him. As if the princess really demanded to give her a kitten.

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