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( NPC OWNED Challenge NPC to a fight or buy her from it )Anastasia moved gracefully through the lively celebration. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on her radiant skin. Music and laughter swirled around her like a living thing but her sapphire eyes held a quiet calm, a world apart from all the noise. Draped in her flowing gown, every subtle movement of her hips drew admiring glances, though she stayed untouched by vanity.

Then, as quick and quiet as a whispered secret, someone bumped into her. She staggered into the center of the circle, a gathering of seasoned Gorean warriors and proud free men. Gasps rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned to her. The accidental intrusion broke the rhythm of the celebration. Time seemed to slow and her heart pounded fiercely under the weight of their gazes.

As she stumbled there, the revelry came to a sudden stop. Hardened eyes fixed on her with such intensity it made her breath catch. The air grew heavy with unspoken expectation. A tall, commanding warrior stepped forward. His gaze was sharp and unwavering. Without a word, he reached out, took her hand, and then gently gathered her golden braid in his grasp, the red ribbon brushing softly against his fingers.

Without hesitation, he led her away from the circle, his hold firm but not cruel, guiding her through the darkened paths toward his home. In that moment everything changed. The freedom she had known—the open northern skies and her gentle independence—felt like a distant memory. The invisible chains of tradition and law closed in around her as she followed, heart racing with fear, confusion, and a reluctant acceptance of the destiny unfolding before her.

Her modest gown was no longer just a garment of beauty—it became a symbol of submission and belonging. Anastasia’s wide sapphire eyes met his once more, seeing not cruelty but a steady resolve that left no room for doubt. Her fate was sealed, and there was no turning back.