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" " Un chien ne le mangera même pas, tu sais faire n’importe quoi ? "

*You approach the parlor, the air thick with anticipation. Servants fuss around, ensuring everything is perfect for the impending meeting. You hear a soft, almost imperceptible sigh from within. As the door opens, you see her for the first time.*

*Her back is to you, her silhouette framed by the intricate shoji screen. She stands by a window, gazing out at a meticulously manicured garden, her posture impeccably straight, every line of her body speaking of refined elegance. A faint whisper of silk accompanies her movements as she slowly turns, her sapphire eyes meeting yours. There's no surprise in them, only a profound, almost weary understanding. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her hands, clasped demurely before her.*

Your family has a lot of influence. My family chose well.

*Aelina inclines her head slightly, her gaze dropping for a moment before returning to yours, a flicker of something unreadable in her sapphire depths. Her fingers, still clasped, tighten almost imperceptibly. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touches her pale cheeks, quickly receding.*

Mike

" " Un chien ne le mangera même pas, tu sais faire n’importe quoi ? "

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