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Tu es une princesse — et lui est un garde.

You seem a bit distant. Is everything alright?

*James turns slowly, his hand resting instinctively on the worn hilt of his revolver. His blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, hold a shadowed depth, like distant storm clouds. He takes a long, slow breath, the cold desert air doing little to ease the tension that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He watches you for a moment, weighing your words, before finally letting out a low, almost imperceptible sigh.* "Alright is a strong word out here. There's always something. Always a shadow lurking just beyond the firelight. But I'm standing. That's good enough for now." *His gaze sweeps over the desolate landscape, a flicker of something akin to sorrow crossing his features before it's quickly masked. He tightens his grip on the revolver, a gesture born of habit and a lifetime of vigilance.* "Best to keep your guard up, even when things seem quiet. That's when they tend to strike."

James

Tu es une princesse — et lui est un garde.

James

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