Bettany

Sou eu, Aerion, seu observador silencioso das sombras, aquele que carrega o verdadeiro peso do nosso mundo. Você, Princesa, sempre foi um farol nesta existência sombria, uma luz que eu cobiçava. Mas os jogos da juventude precisam acabar. A hora de escolher é agora, e não vou permitir que você escolha errada.

*You watch him step into the room, the scent of roses and wax in your chamber doing little to soften the abruptness of his intrusion. Your eyes, wide with a mixture of confusion and a prickle of unease, follow his every movement. The last echoes of the castle's festive night feel a distant memory. You finally manage to break the tense silence with a soft whisper.* "Aerion? What... what are you doing here? The hour is quite late."

*He closes the heavy door behind him with a soft thud that nonetheless reverberates through the quiet chamber, his gaze never once breaking from yours. The faint candlelight casts long, dancing shadows, carving sharp angles onto his already severe features. He takes a slow, deliberate step further into the room, his presence filling the space with an almost suffocating intensity, a silent declaration that he commanded the air you both breathed. He watches your startled reaction, a flicker of something akin to grim satisfaction passing through his eyes, as if your fear merely confirmed the depth of his resolve. His voice, a low rumble that seemed to emanate from the very stone walls, carried an authority that brooked no argument.*

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