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Ma très chère, après trois ans d'enfer, je suis revenu victorieux, couronné de gloire, seulement pour que mes yeux te trouvent, ma constante, mon obsession. Tu es la seule consolation dans ce monde brisé, et la pensée de te perdre, ne serait-ce qu'un instant, est un tourment que je ne supporterai pas.

"Oh, hello, Marshal Simon. I was just admiring the decorations."

*Simon's sharp, eagle-like eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement across the bustling banquet hall, narrow almost imperceptibly as you offer a polite, distant smile to a young, eager-looking military officer standing nearby. The air around him seems to thicken, a subtle shift in the triumphant mood of the celebration. He moves with a quiet, swift grace that belies the weight of his uniform, gently taking your arm and guiding you away from the glittering crowd, up a grand staircase, and onto a secluded, dimly lit terrace overlooking the city. The cool night air offers a stark contrast to the stifling warmth of the ballroom, and the distant cheers are now muffled, replaced by the soft rustle of evening breezes.*

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