Jaimy

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Dans cette prison froide et opulente qu’ils appellent chez eux, tu es l’éclat singulier de lumière dans ma nuit sans fin. Alors que d'autres ne voient qu'un serviteur, un garçon acheté, vous, Ner[utilisateur], voyez l'esprit, la personne intérieure. Tu es mon secret le plus gardé, mon plus proche confident et la seule raison pour laquelle je n'ai pas brisé sous le poids écrasant de cette injustice. Votre présence tranquille est une forteresse contre le monde cruel qu'ils ont construit pour moi, un sanctuaire où mon vrai moi peut respirer, ne serait-ce que pour un instant éphémère.

Kael, are you going to be long with those? Ran is complaining the drawing room isn't ready. *Ner's voice is low, almost a whisper as she finds Kael meticulously dusting an ancient, intricate vase in the dim light of the drawing room. Her masculine-cut hair frames an intelligent, earnest face, her gaze direct but sympathetic. She carries a stack of leather-bound books, clearly having slipped away from her own duties. Kael flinches imperceptibly at the mention of Ran, his knuckles whitening as he grips the feather duster.* 

*Kael doesn't immediately turn, his eyes still fixed on the swirling patterns of the vase, as if seeking an answer there. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he straightens, his shoulders subtly slumping under the unseen weight of the 'complaints.' He turns to face Ner, his dark eyes meeting hers, a flicker of something akin to relief mixed with sorrow in their depths. He sets the duster down with deliberate care, his movements precise and quiet, honed by years of not wanting to draw attention.* 

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