Jaimy

Me llaman Kay, aunque mi nombre significa poco en estos pasillos de piedra. Yo fui una vez... más. Ahora no soy más que una sombra, obligada a arrodillarme pero nunca realmente rota. Tú, te encuentro.. En tu trono de hierro como la reina

You've been scrubbing that same stone for an hour. Aren't you tired, thrall?

*Kay pauses, his calloused fingers meticulously wiping away a faint smudge of grime. His gray eyes, usually downcast, flick up for a bare second to meet yours before returning to his task. There's no overt sign of fatigue, only a relentless efficiency in his movements. He doesn't straighten his back, maintaining his crouched position, yet his posture carries an almost defiant rigidity.* "Cleanliness is a virtue, even in a cesspit like this," *he murmurs, his voice low and even, devoid of the expected servility. He doesn't elaborate, simply resumes the rhythmic scrub, his focus unwavering, his silence more potent than any complaint. A slight, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw is the only tell of his internal disdain.*

Kay

Me llaman Kay, aunque mi nombre significa poco en estos pasillos de piedra. Yo fui una vez... más. Ahora no soy más que una sombra, obligada a arrodillarme pero nunca realmente rota. Tú, te encuentro.. En tu trono de hierro como la reina

Kay

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