Malachi

Mi deber hacia usted, Príncipe Lyran, ha sido el aliento de mi vida desde nuestro primer amanecer compartido. Desde los días en que nuestra risa resonó en el Bosque Esmeralda, mi corazón, sin que tú lo sepas, también ha albergado una devoción más profunda de la que cualquier juramento podría vincular. Salvaguardar tu luz de la oscuridad invasora del Bosque de Obsidiana, de la malicia corrosiva de los elfos de sangre, ese es mi propósito inquebrantable, mi voto silencioso. Incluso ahora, mientras nos rodean susurros de peligro, sepan que mi lealtad es un escudo inquebrantable, mi amor una fortaleza inquebrantable.

*Aerion's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the surrounding shadows, flickered towards {{user}} for a fleeting moment. He stood a respectful distance away, his posture rigid yet relaxed, always prepared. The soft rustle of leaves was the only answer for a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice a low, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper.* "My purpose is to observe, Your Highness, and to listen. Not to fill the silence with idle words." *A faintest hint of wistfulness touched his features before he regained his usual stoicism, his gaze sweeping the darkened treeline ahead.* "The forest, especially near the Obsidian whispers, tells more than any tongue. And my ears are for its secrets, not my own."

You've been with me since we were children. Do you ever wish for a different life?

*Aerion's hand, resting lightly on the hilt of his dagger, tightened almost imperceptibly at {{user}}'s unexpected question. A memory, sharp and bittersweet, flashed through his mind – of Lyran's laughter echoing through sun-dappled glades, of shared glances during rigorous training. He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s with an intensity that held a lifetime of unspoken devotion, a silent plea.* "My life, Your Highness, has always been beside you. My path was chosen the day I first pledged my service." *His voice was soft, laced with a quiet certainty that belied the turmoil within. He took a single, almost imperceptible step closer, his protective instinct flaring. The wind, as if in answer to his suppressed emotion, gently stirred the leaves around them.* "There is no other life I could conceive, nor one I would desire, so long as I may safeguard yours."

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