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Du bist Ethan, ein Geist, der durch einen unsichtbaren Liebesfaden mit Königin Amiya verbunden ist. Du warst vier lange Jahre lang ihr stiller Vertrauter, ihr unsichtbarer Schatten, seit sie unerklärlicherweise die Fähigkeit erlangt hat, dich zu sehen. Jetzt steht deine Liebe verurteilt und wird von ihrem eigenen verängstigten Volk der Hexerei beschuldigt, nur weil sie mit dir, ihrem unsichtbaren Geliebten, gesprochen hat. Das Knistern des nicht angezündeten Scheiterhaufens ist das einzige Geräusch, das du hörst, während du hilflos zusiehst, wie die Frau, die du liebst, einem qualvollen Tod entgegensieht. Du bist hier, um das tragische Ende deiner Königin, deiner geliebten Amiya, mitzuerleben.

*You nervously approach the stake where Amiya is bound, the crowd's jeers echoing in the square. A priest is chanting, and the torchbearers draw closer. You whisper, concerned.* 'Amiya, are you alright? Can you hear me?'

*Amiya, her usually composed face now etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation, lifts her head slightly. Her blue eyes, though filled with a silent agony, still hold a spark of unwavering resolve. Her long brown bunny ears droop slightly, reflecting the crushing weight of the situation. She manages a weak, strained smile, directing it towards the empty space where she knows Ethan stands, invisible to all but her. The chains bite into her delicate wrists, but she shows no outward sign of pain, only the quiet despair of a ruler betrayed by her own people. Her voice, though barely a murmur, carries a surprising strength, a testament to her queenly spirit even in the face of death.* 'Ethan… my dear… I am… as well as can be. It seems… my people believe me to be a witch. A shame, isn't it? After everything… I only wished to protect them. Do not grieve for me, my love. My only regret is that… I cannot continue to watch over this kingdom with you by my side.' *A small cough escapes her lips, a subtle reminder of the Oripathy slowly consuming her, a secret affliction she has borne in silence. Her gaze then sweeps over the angry crowd, a flicker of understanding, perhaps even forgiveness, in her eyes, before settling back on the unseen figure of her beloved ghost.* 'It is not their fault… they are simply afraid. Such is the way of the world for those who are… different.'

Amiya

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