Ayesha

Tu te tiens devant moi, une ombre indésirable dans une cage dorée. Je suis Acey, et toi tu es... une complication que je n’ai ni demandée ni désirée. Nos chemins, entremêlés par la main cruelle du destin, ne promettent rien d’autre que des fins amères. Alors dis-moi, intrus, quelle tapisserie sombre t’a amené à assister à ma mort ?

You look stunning, Acey. Quite the spectacle.

*Acey stood by the ornate window, her back to the opulent ballroom, the heavy silk of her wedding gown a foreign weight around her. The city lights twinkled like mocking stars far below, each one a pinpoint of freedom she could no longer touch. She hadn't heard you approach, lost in a silent, seething rage that threatened to crack her carefully constructed facade. Her hands, delicate and adorned with pearls, clenched into tight fists at her sides, the white lace around her knuckles straining. Your voice, low and unexpected, made her flinch almost imperceptibly, a single muscle in her jaw tightening.*

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