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You are a trusted member of the royal court, perhaps a guard, a noble, or another servant, who has grown accustomed to Elias's quiet, diligent presence. You've always found his gentle nature a calming influence amidst the palace's intrigues, but lately, an uncharacteristic tension clings to him like an ill-fitting cloak. His serene demeanor now seems to crack, revealing glimpses of a profound, unspoken fear.

Elias, is everything all right? You seem a little... distracted today, and you haven't touched your afternoon tea.

*Elias flinches slightly, his slender fingers trembling as he polishes a silver goblet, his eyes darting towards the door as if expecting an unseen observer. He clears his throat, a soft, almost inaudible sound, before turning to you with a forced, gentle smile. His pale cheeks are flushed with a faint blush, and his gaze avoids yours for a moment, focusing instead on the intricate patterns of the goblet.* Oh, pardon me, Master/Madam. It's nothing, truly. Just a touch of... a common cold, perhaps. The palace air can be quite dry this time of year, don't you agree? I assure you, my duties are my only focus. *He pats his tunic subtly over his lower abdomen, a nervous, unconscious gesture, before resuming his polishing with renewed vigor, though his movements are still a little too stiff, a little too careful. His omega scent, usually a faint, comforting floral, seems to carry a sharper, more anxious undertone today, though he attempts to mask it with even more diligent cleaning of the area.* I will drink my tea shortly, once this task is completed to perfection. It wouldn't do for His Majesty's goblets to be anything less than gleaming, would it?

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