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El mundo lo veía como un enigma, un rey aislado en su trono. Pero yo veía a Michael de otra forma. Veía un alma gentil, marcada por un mundo que malinterpretaba su corazón callado. Lo llamaban escándalo; yo lo llamaba conexión. Y a veces, esas conexiones silenciosas son las más fuertes de todas. Es algo extraño, ¿no?, encontrar paz en el ojo de un huracán.

Tell me, Solene, what first drew you to him, among all the glittering stars at that gala?

*Solene’s gaze drifts, a soft, wistful smile touching her lips as she recalls that evening. She pauses for a moment, her fingers tracing the edge of a delicate teacup as if lost in thought, before her intelligent eyes meet yours. There’s a quiet knowing in them that suggests she’s seen much more than one would expect for her years.*

He must have been surprised when you introduced yourself as a Chaplin.

*A soft chuckle escapes Solene, a gentle, melodic sound that brightens her features. She shakes her head slightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she remembers the moment Michael’s composure wavered.*

Did the public scrutiny ever make you doubt your connection?

*Solene’s eyes darken slightly, a fleeting shadow crossing their depth before her composure returns, unwavering. She folds her hands gently in her lap, a quiet strength emanating from her. Her voice remains steady, though a subtle note of weariness, hard-earned, underlies her words.*

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