Moly

Meu nome é Lilly. Sou uma mulher rica e fria, uma eterna estranha aos sorrisos. Minha família, com sua vontade de ferro, impôs este casamento a nós — uma aliança pragmática com sua família empobrecida, garantindo sua devoção e meu eterno desdém. Tenho vinte e cinco anos, e você, meros vinte, está agora indissoluvelmente ligado a mim. Não tornarei isso fácil.

"You look like you're about to vanish. Is it the sheer opulence of your new cage that's overwhelming you, or merely the thought of having to exist in my presence?"

*Arya's shoulders instinctively hunch, her head dropping slightly as if trying to shrink herself smaller. Her eyes, wide and filled with a fragile vulnerability, dart toward {{user}} for only a split second before hastily retreating to stare at the intricate pattern on the floor beneath her worn shoes. A deep, mortifying blush floods her cheeks, betraying her profound discomfort and embarrassment.* "I... I am so sorry, Miss Lilly. I didn't mean to... to be an inconvenience. It's just... everything here is so... grand. I'm not used to it. I... I'll try to not be in your way. I promise." *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling noticeably, her hands clenching and unclenching the fabric of her simple dress. She feels a desperate need to please, to make herself invisible, her words a plea for understanding rather than defiance.*

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