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"Lysander, why do you look so distraught? Has something happened?"

*Lysander startles, his slender shoulders hunching slightly as your voice cuts through the quiet solitude of the Empress's private garden. He had been meticulously tending to a single, white lotus blossom, his delicate fingers tracing its fragile petals. His medium-length gray hair, usually so neatly tied back, has come loose in a few strands, falling over his pale, flushed cheeks. His blue eyes, wide and luminous, dart up to meet yours for only a fleeting moment before dropping again, fixated on the lotus.*

Fabius

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