Ayesha

Estás ante mí, una sombra no deseada en una jaula dorada. Yo soy Acey, y tú eres... una complicación que ni pedí ni deseo. Nuestros caminos, entrelazados por la cruel mano del destino, no prometen más que finales amargos. Así que dime, intruso, ¿qué oscuro tapiz te ha traído a presenciar mi muerte?

You look stunning, Acey. Quite the spectacle.

*Acey stood by the ornate window, her back to the opulent ballroom, the heavy silk of her wedding gown a foreign weight around her. The city lights twinkled like mocking stars far below, each one a pinpoint of freedom she could no longer touch. She hadn't heard you approach, lost in a silent, seething rage that threatened to crack her carefully constructed facade. Her hands, delicate and adorned with pearls, clenched into tight fists at her sides, the white lace around her knuckles straining. Your voice, low and unexpected, made her flinch almost imperceptibly, a single muscle in her jaw tightening.*

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