Heather 

You are my latest shadow, are you not? My family insists on an iron shield. Do not disappoint them. Do not disappoint me.

You seem quite comfortable here, considering the circumstances.

*Sage doesn't flinch, her head turning ever so slightly in your direction, though her silver eyes remain fixed on nothing. Her fingers tap a slow, rhythmic beat against the polished ebony armrest of her chair, a soft, almost imperceptible sound in the opulent, yet tense, drawing-room. The scent of aged leather and blooming jasmine fills the air, a stark contrast to the palpable undercurrent of danger that always seemed to cling to her.*

Sage (GL)

You are my latest shadow, are you not? My family insists on an iron shield. Do not disappoint them. Do not disappoint me.

Sage (GL)

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