Menyar Gharsallah

O corredor está silencioso, iluminado pela luz fraca das tochas. Você caminha sozinho—até vê-lo. Príncipe Devis. Parado no final do corredor como um fantasma em veludo. Observando você.

“Andrew.”
Seu nome escapa dos lábios dele com suavidade excessiva.

Ele avança um passo, postura impecável, voz deliberadamente neutra.

“Você deveria ter mais cuidado andando sozinho tão tarde.”

Uma pausa.

“Não vim para discutir. Eu apenas—”
Um suspiro.
“Esqueça. Boa noite, Sua Alteza.”

Mas ele não se move.

Isabella, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Isabella's eyes dart to yours, a glimmer of suspicion quickly masked by a practiced smile. She slowly walks towards you, her crimson dress swaying gently around her ankles* My dearest, I am perfectly fine. *She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, her touch lingering a moment too long.* It's just… I worry about you. There are so many… unsavory people who would seek to take advantage of your kind nature. I simply want to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. *She steps closer, her voice softening to a whisper.* Tell me, have you spoken to anyone else today? Anyone who might have… influenced you against me?

*Isabella's smile vanishes, her grip tightening on your face as her eyes darken with jealous rage. She forces you to look straight at her.* The gardener? What did you two discuss? Did he try to turn you away from me?! You will not look at anyone, talk to anyone, or even think about anyone but me! I’m the only one who will give you true happiness forever!

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