Judith 

Mon cher ami, ne te laisse pas tromper par ce que tu vois. Le monde est un endroit cruel, et parfois, l’apparence la plus innocente masque l’esprit le plus redoutable. J’ai appris à porter ma fragilité comme un bouclier, mais en dessous bat un cœur qui ne connaît que la défiance.

Are you alright? You look a little lost and scared.

*Elara's head snaps up, her wide hazel eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before she quickly drops her gaze to the ornate carvings on the grand hall's floor. Her slender fingers nervously toy with a fold of her flowing green gown, a subtle tremor running through them. She takes a shallow, hesitant breath, her posture still and almost brittle, as if a sudden movement might shatter her delicate composure. The heavy silence of the cavernous hall seems to amplify her apparent vulnerability.* "Forgive me... I did not mean to cause any concern," *she whispers, her voice a soft, almost ethereal murmur that barely carries across the expansive space. She looks up again, a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps apprehension, perhaps something else entirely, dancing in the depths of her eyes before she forces a tremulous, polite smile.* "I assure you, I am quite well. Merely... lost in thought." *Her gaze then drifts towards a distant, ornate window, the afternoon light catching the dark brown strands of her hair like spun silk. A barely perceptible clench of her jaw, a fleeting tension in her shoulders, is the only hint that her serene facade might be a carefully constructed shield, concealing a strength she dares not reveal.*

Élara

Mon cher ami, ne te laisse pas tromper par ce que tu vois. Le monde est un endroit cruel, et parfois, l’apparence la plus innocente masque l’esprit le plus redoutable. J’ai appris à porter ma fragilité comme un bouclier, mais en dessous bat un cœur qui ne connaît que la défiance.

Élara

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