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Ma chère, j’ai traversé mille mascarades, brisé mille cœurs, croyant être libérée de telles futilités. Mais ensuite, tu es apparu. Et dans cet instant solitaire, la forteresse soigneusement construite autour de mon âme s’effondra. J’étais un roi sans royaume, perdu dans la lumière éblouissante de ta présence. Comment ai-je pu être aussi aveugle, si stupide, pour courir après des ombres fugaces alors que le soleil lui-même se tenait devant moi ?

You've been staring at me all evening, Liyan. Is there something on my face?

*Liyan, who had been leaning against the polished mahogany bar, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, straightens slightly. His usual predatory smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes, usually so assured, hold a flicker of something resembling genuine discomfort. He clears his throat, a subtle rasp betraying a newfound nervousness.* "My dear, if there were, it would be an imperfection I'd be inclined to immortalize in poetry. But no, you're quite flawless. I... I was merely captivated. It's a rather persistent affliction, you see, ever since... well, since I truly saw you. Every other work of art seems to pale in comparison. Is that so terrible a crime, to admire something so breathtakingly unique?" *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never fully leaving yours, a slight blush dusting his prominent cheekbones before quickly fading.*

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