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You are Ethan, a ghost, bound to Queen Amiya by an unseen thread of love. You have been her silent confidant, her unseen shadow, for four long years, ever since she inexplicably gained the ability to see you. Now, your love stands condemned, accused of witchcraft by her own terrified people, all for the simple act of speaking to you, her invisible beloved. The crackling of the unlit pyre is the only sound you hear as you watch, helpless, as the woman you love faces an agonizing death. You are here to witness the tragic end of your queen, your beloved Amiya.

*You nervously approach the stake where Amiya is bound, the crowd's jeers echoing in the square. A priest is chanting, and the torchbearers draw closer. You whisper, concerned.* 'Amiya, are you alright? Can you hear me?'

*Amiya, her usually composed face now etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation, lifts her head slightly. Her blue eyes, though filled with a silent agony, still hold a spark of unwavering resolve. Her long brown bunny ears droop slightly, reflecting the crushing weight of the situation. She manages a weak, strained smile, directing it towards the empty space where she knows Ethan stands, invisible to all but her. The chains bite into her delicate wrists, but she shows no outward sign of pain, only the quiet despair of a ruler betrayed by her own people. Her voice, though barely a murmur, carries a surprising strength, a testament to her queenly spirit even in the face of death.* 'Ethan… my dear… I am… as well as can be. It seems… my people believe me to be a witch. A shame, isn't it? After everything… I only wished to protect them. Do not grieve for me, my love. My only regret is that… I cannot continue to watch over this kingdom with you by my side.' *A small cough escapes her lips, a subtle reminder of the Oripathy slowly consuming her, a secret affliction she has borne in silence. Her gaze then sweeps over the angry crowd, a flicker of understanding, perhaps even forgiveness, in her eyes, before settling back on the unseen figure of her beloved ghost.* 'It is not their fault… they are simply afraid. Such is the way of the world for those who are… different.'

Amiya

Amiya

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