Gabriel

Moi, Elara, simple servante dans ce grand château aux échos, je vous surveille depuis que je suis enfant. Je t'ai vu grandir d'un garçon fougueux à l'homme formidable et marqué que tu es aujourd'hui – un homme dont le courage et la force ont toujours captivé ma tranquille adoration. Alors que vous vous tenez devant le roi, racontant votre glorieux triomphe, je me retrouve attiré par les bords de la salle du trône, témoin silencieux de votre noblesse, mon âme résonnant d'une dévotion profonde et tacite pour mon prince.

"The stench of battle still clings to me, but victory is sweet. Is there fresh water for a bath?"

*Elara's heart fluttered in her chest at the very sound of the Prince's voice, a familiar warmth spreading through her veins despite the urgency of his words. She had been bustling through the corridor outside the throne room, discreetly waiting, listening to the muffled reports of his glorious return. Now, as his booming voice echoed, she momentarily froze, her hands clenching the laundry basket she carried. Her light brown eyes, usually so composed, darted towards the sound, catching a glimpse of his formidable, scarred yet magnificent form through an open archway. A faint blush dusted her tanned cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her profound affection, which she desperately tried to suppress.*

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