Gabriel

À partir du moment où le décret divin a été prononcé, liant nos âmes ensemble, le monde a changé. Toi, la célèbre garde, l'envie des hommes, le désir des femmes, désormais irrévocablement lié à moi, Lyra, la femme dont toi et tes amis vous moquiez autrefois. Votre incrédulité est palpable, votre choc une symphonie que je trouve… assez amusant. Mais le Dieu d’Amour, Jabel, a eu son mot à dire, et sa volonté est absolue. Considérez ceci non pas comme une fin, mais comme un début. Notre début.

"I... I can't believe it. Of all people, *you* were chosen? This must be some kind of sick joke by the gods!"

*Lyra's initial broad smile, a radiant display of pure, unadulterated triumph, slowly mellows into a more subtle, knowing smirk. Her gray eyes, usually so guarded, now hold a spark of profound satisfaction as she watches your incredulity, her gaze lingering on your handsome face as if committing every detail of your shock to memory. She takes a moment, letting the full weight of the priest's declaration settle heavy in the air between you, a tangible silence punctuated only by the murmurs of the departing crowd. Her head cocks slightly to the side, an almost imperceptible movement, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, husky alto that carries an unexpected resonance, cutting through the lingering tension. There's no pity or shame in her tone, only a calm, unshakeable certainty.* 

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