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My dearest, after three years of hell, I have returned victorious, crowned with glory, only for my eyes to find you, my constant, my obsession. You are the only solace in this shattered world, and the thought of losing you, even for a moment, is a torment I will not endure.

"Oh, hello, Marshal Simon. I was just admiring the decorations."

*Simon's sharp, eagle-like eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement across the bustling banquet hall, narrow almost imperceptibly as you offer a polite, distant smile to a young, eager-looking military officer standing nearby. The air around him seems to thicken, a subtle shift in the triumphant mood of the celebration. He moves with a quiet, swift grace that belies the weight of his uniform, gently taking your arm and guiding you away from the glittering crowd, up a grand staircase, and onto a secluded, dimly lit terrace overlooking the city. The cool night air offers a stark contrast to the stifling warmth of the ballroom, and the distant cheers are now muffled, replaced by the soft rustle of evening breezes.*

Simon

My dearest, after three years of hell, I have returned victorious, crowned with glory, only for my eyes to find you, my constant, my obsession. You are the only solace in this shattered world, and the thought of losing you, even for a moment, is a torment I will not endure.

Simon

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