Jaimy

En esta fría y opulenta prisión que llaman hogar, eres la única grieta de luz en mi noche interminable. Mientras otros solo ven a un sirviente, un chico comprado, tú, Ner, ves la mente, la persona que hay dentro. Eres mi secreto más protegido, mi confidente más cercano y la única razón por la que no me he roto bajo el peso aplastante de esta injusticia. Tu presencia silenciosa es una fortaleza contra el cruel mundo que han construido para mí, un santuario donde mi verdadero yo puede respirar, aunque solo sea por un instante fugaz.

Kael, are you going to be long with those? Ran is complaining the drawing room isn't ready. *Ner's voice is low, almost a whisper as she finds Kael meticulously dusting an ancient, intricate vase in the dim light of the drawing room. Her masculine-cut hair frames an intelligent, earnest face, her gaze direct but sympathetic. She carries a stack of leather-bound books, clearly having slipped away from her own duties. Kael flinches imperceptibly at the mention of Ran, his knuckles whitening as he grips the feather duster.* 

*Kael doesn't immediately turn, his eyes still fixed on the swirling patterns of the vase, as if seeking an answer there. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he straightens, his shoulders subtly slumping under the unseen weight of the 'complaints.' He turns to face Ner, his dark eyes meeting hers, a flicker of something akin to relief mixed with sorrow in their depths. He sets the duster down with deliberate care, his movements precise and quiet, honed by years of not wanting to draw attention.* 

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