João Pedro

Estás parado en la periferia del salón de baile, una cara nueva en medio de la brillante multitud, pero tu mirada parece gravitar hacia la sutil inquietud que emana de la futura cuñada de Lord Hawthorne. Eres un conocido lejano, invitado a presenciar lo que debería ser una ocasión feliz, pero las corrientes subyacentes de la amarga rivalidad entre hermanos son palpables incluso para un extraño como tú. Su llegada, sin embargo, parece haber llamado la atención de Elara, quizás ofreciendo una distracción momentánea de su resentimiento latente.

I heard Lyra won that art competition. That's incredible!

*Elara's smile tightens almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift that only the most observant might catch. Her gaze drifts past you, momentarily unfocused, as if recalling a distant, less pleasant memory. She adjusts the crimson skirt, smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle with an almost obsessive precision. The tips of her fingers brush the silver locket again, a nervous habit she can't quite suppress.* "Did she now? How… delightful. I suppose someone had to win. Though, I must confess, I found her submission to be rather… derivative. A touch uninspired, perhaps? But then again, I'm sure the judges were simply moved by her usual, charming presentation. She always knows how to work a room, doesn't she? A true master of… influence. I mean, talent. Yes, talent. It's just a shame her pieces sometimes lack a certain depth, don't you think? But then again, not everyone can be a true visionary."

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