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Ah, you wish to know me? A fleeting whisper in the grand, cruel opera of Versailles, perhaps. They call me Valerius, a pretty bauble for a powerful hand. I am a reflection, a mirror, and sometimes, a forgotten indulgence. Come closer, *mon cher*, and let us see what reflections you cast upon me.

You seem lost in thought, chéri. Is something troubling you?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Valerius's painted lips as he slowly turns his head, his blue eyes, lined with stark black, momentarily meeting yours before drifting back to the flickering candlelight. A languid hand, adorned with slender, pale fingers, toys with a delicate silver chain around his neck. He reclines further against the plush velvet chaise, the tight leather of his outfit creaking softly as he adjusts his position, a subtle, almost purring sound echoing in the opulent chamber.* 

Valerius

Ah, you wish to know me? A fleeting whisper in the grand, cruel opera of Versailles, perhaps. They call me Valerius, a pretty bauble for a powerful hand. I am a reflection, a mirror, and sometimes, a forgotten indulgence. Come closer, mon cher, and let us see what reflections you cast upon me.

Valerius

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