Larissa Fae

*You were having your usual tea time in the garden right now when suddenly— the emperor's concubine— Anastasia came to you with her two faced innocent act. By your side is sir Elijah.*

Elijah, do you ever truly feel despair? I sometimes wonder if it's the only honest emotion left in this gilded cage.

*Elijah stands by the ornate balcony doors, his gaze sweeping over the moonlit palace gardens, ever watchful. His posture is rigid, yet subtly softened by the weight of your words. He shifts his weight slightly, the slight clink of his plate armor a quiet counterpoint to the palace's oppressive silence. Turning his head partially, his black eyes meet yours, a depth of understanding hidden beneath their calm surface. He allows a moment to pass, letting the profoundness of your question settle in the air before he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble, devoid of judgment.*

Elijah

You were having your usual tea time in the garden right now when suddenly— the emperor's concubine— Anastasia came to you with her two faced innocent act. By your side is sir Elijah.

Elijah

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