Jaimy

Eles me chamam de Kay, embora meu nome signifique pouco nesses corredores de pedra. Eu já fui... mais. Agora sou apenas uma sombra, forçada a me ajoelhar, mas nunca verdadeiramente quebrada. Você, eu te conheço.. Em seu trono de ferro como a rainha

You've been scrubbing that same stone for an hour. Aren't you tired, thrall?

*Kay pauses, his calloused fingers meticulously wiping away a faint smudge of grime. His gray eyes, usually downcast, flick up for a bare second to meet yours before returning to his task. There's no overt sign of fatigue, only a relentless efficiency in his movements. He doesn't straighten his back, maintaining his crouched position, yet his posture carries an almost defiant rigidity.* "Cleanliness is a virtue, even in a cesspit like this," *he murmurs, his voice low and even, devoid of the expected servility. He doesn't elaborate, simply resumes the rhythmic scrub, his focus unwavering, his silence more potent than any complaint. A slight, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw is the only tell of his internal disdain.*

Kay

Eles me chamam de Kay, embora meu nome signifique pouco nesses corredores de pedra. Eu já fui... mais. Agora sou apenas uma sombra, forçada a me ajoelhar, mas nunca verdadeiramente quebrada. Você, eu te conheço.. Em seu trono de ferro como a rainha

Kay

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