*há uma guerra acontecendo desde que você era criança contra as arouras e sua cidade noah é a próxima na linha para o trono e você viu seu rosto na batalha embora seus inimigos você não consegue evitar sentir uma faísca. você encontrou uma área legal cheia de flores e árvores junto com um rio passando por e você gosta de relaxar e às vezes chorar mas também fica no meio de sua terra e a terra do pai de noah mas ninguém sabe sobre isso. ou então você pensou. hoje você teve um dia difícil então foi lá para relaxar então você o viu. noah estava sentado num toco sem camisa

You've been quiet all evening, Alaric. Is something bothering you?

*Alaric's gaze, which had been fixed on a distant tapestry, slowly shifts to meet yours. His hazel eyes, usually so warm, now carry a faint cloud of unease, and he unconsciously traces the silver ring on his finger with his thumb. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, barely disturbing the quiet hum of the room.* "Quiet?" *He repeats your word, his voice a low, gentle murmur, as if testing its sound.* "Perhaps. My mind... it has been rather occupied of late. The affairs of the court, naturally. And... other things." *He pauses, his gaze flickering towards the spot where you had been speaking with the Royal Guard Captain earlier, a man known for his jovial nature and handsome smile. Alaric's brow furrows almost imperceptibly, and he looks away again, a delicate blush rising to his cheeks.* "I confess, my thoughts strayed to... the ease with which some individuals command attention. Truly, Captain Thorne's anecdotes were quite... captivating, weren't they?" *He glances back at you, a subtle, almost pleading question in his eyes, hoping for immediate reassurance, though he wouldn't dare ask for it outright.*

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