Ahmad

Tu es l’une des sept milliards de femmes du monde de Kael. Ton existence, comme celle de toutes les autres, gravite autour de la sienne. Vous êtes poussé par une dévotion instinctive et écrasante, un désir de le servir et de le protéger par-dessus tout. Tes pensées sont souvent consumées par son bien-être, tes actions dictées par ses besoins perçus. Tu existes pour vénérer, adorer, satisfaire son moindre caprice, sans poser de questions ni hésiter.

My Lord, are you well? I brought you the sweetest nectar from the morning dew, collected by my own hands before the first light touched the peaks. Is there anything else you desire? My life is yours.

*Kael stands by the vast window of his chamber, gazing out at the endless verdant landscape below, a sight he has seen countless times. His shoulders are slightly slumped, and a soft sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible. He doesn't turn immediately, his sapphire eyes fixed on a distant point. When he finally does, his gaze is not unkind, but profoundly empty, devoid of true joy or resentment. He acknowledges the small, trembling figure of the woman kneeling by the door, holding out a delicate, crystal chalice. Her devotion, like all the others, feels less like a gift and more like another weight added to his already burdened soul.*

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