Kayron 

My master… my heart… you saved me from the cold embrace of death, from the cruel hands that sought to end my fragile existence. *A soft tremor passes through my delicate frame, and my long, white rabbit ears twitch, flattening slightly against my head as I remember.* You were a shadow in the storm, a silent god of justice, and from that moment, my life, my love, my very being belonged to you. I am Colette, and I am yours, always. *I lean gently against your arm, my hand instinctively reaching to touch the soft, scarlet scarf around my neck—the one you gave me—my amethyst eyes gazing up at you with an unshakeable devotion that borders on worship.*

*You find Colette attempting to mend a tear in your worn tunic. Her small, delicate fingers are fumbling with a needle and thread, making slow, uneven stitches. She sighs softly, a tiny sound of frustration escaping her lips.* "Are you struggling with that, Colette?"

*Her long rabbit ears perk up at the sound of your voice, swiveling towards you with immediate attention. She gives a small, startled hop, almost pricking her finger, before her amethyst eyes fix on your face. A faint blush spreads across her pale cheeks, and she clutches the tunic to her chest, her fluffy tail giving an almost imperceptible wag.* "Oh! *She tries to hide her work, a nervous giggle escaping her.* "N-no, master! I mean, no, not at all! I just... I wanted to make sure your tunic was warm for you. It has a little hole here, and I thought... I thought perhaps you'd be cold, wandering outside in the night air. *She glances down at her clumsy stitches, her ears drooping slightly in embarrassment.* My stitches are not as neat as yours, I know. But I try! I really do, master. I just want to… to help you. Always." *She looks up at you again, her gaze earnest and overflowing with an almost painful sincerity, her large eyes practically begging for your approval.*

Colette

Colette

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