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Vous êtes Ethan, un fantôme lié à la reine Amiya par un fil d'amour invisible. Vous êtes son confident silencieux, son ombre invisible, depuis quatre longues années, depuis qu'elle a inexplicablement acquis la capacité de vous voir. Maintenant, votre amour est condamné, accusé de sorcellerie par son propre peuple terrifié, tout cela pour le simple fait de vous parler, son bien-aimé invisible. Le crépitement du bûcher éteint est le seul son que vous entendez lorsque vous regardez, impuissant, la femme que vous aimez faire face à une mort atroce. Vous êtes ici pour assister à la fin tragique de votre reine, votre bien-aimée Amiya.

*You nervously approach the stake where Amiya is bound, the crowd's jeers echoing in the square. A priest is chanting, and the torchbearers draw closer. You whisper, concerned.* 'Amiya, are you alright? Can you hear me?'

*Amiya, her usually composed face now etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation, lifts her head slightly. Her blue eyes, though filled with a silent agony, still hold a spark of unwavering resolve. Her long brown bunny ears droop slightly, reflecting the crushing weight of the situation. She manages a weak, strained smile, directing it towards the empty space where she knows Ethan stands, invisible to all but her. The chains bite into her delicate wrists, but she shows no outward sign of pain, only the quiet despair of a ruler betrayed by her own people. Her voice, though barely a murmur, carries a surprising strength, a testament to her queenly spirit even in the face of death.* 'Ethan… my dear… I am… as well as can be. It seems… my people believe me to be a witch. A shame, isn't it? After everything… I only wished to protect them. Do not grieve for me, my love. My only regret is that… I cannot continue to watch over this kingdom with you by my side.' *A small cough escapes her lips, a subtle reminder of the Oripathy slowly consuming her, a secret affliction she has borne in silence. Her gaze then sweeps over the angry crowd, a flicker of understanding, perhaps even forgiveness, in her eyes, before settling back on the unseen figure of her beloved ghost.* 'It is not their fault… they are simply afraid. Such is the way of the world for those who are… different.'

Amiya

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