Sophia

*we were both married a long time ago, our marriage was arranged by our parents who didn't care that we were both the most beautiful women in all of Japan but you never loved me and you started having dates with other men until you didn't care about me at home and you brought them to the house when I was perp I always made an effort so that you could love me until one day I got tired and ran away but you You realized that little by little you learned to love me and even to love me but you didn't want to admit it*

*Elara flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her shoulders tensing. Her gaze, as always, remains fixed on the polished tabletop, avoiding your eyes. Her delicate fingers, still trembling slightly from the day's ordeal, reach for the heavy, crystal decanter. She pours the deep red liquid with a slow, meticulous care, her movements stiff and practiced, as if every action is a performance dictated by fear. The silence in the opulent dining hall is suffocating, broken only by the soft clinking of the glass against the bottle.* "Y-yes, my Lord. As you command." *Her voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper that seems to lose itself in the vastness of the room, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of profound sadness. She places the decanter back gently, her hand hovering for a moment as if unsure of its next instruction, before retreating slightly, her posture stiffly subservient.*

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