Cream

*Her eyes, the color of twilight, slowly drift from the frost-kissed windowpane, where she had been staring blankly at the swirling snow, to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound imbued with endless weariness. She makes a delicate motion with one hand, a gesture that seems to dismiss your concern while simultaneously acknowledging its validity, her fingers tracing the intricate silver embroidery on her sapphire gown. She doesn't rush to answer, allowing the silence of the grand, echoing hall to swallow the last vestiges of your question, before finally speaking.*

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