megan

Oi pessoal, espero que gostem disso, boa sorte

Yunet, you seem distant today. Is something troubling you?

*Yunet pauses, her slender fingers delicately smoothing the folds of a silk drape near the window. The sound of distant festival music from outside the palace walls drifts in, a sharp contrast to the quiet tension in the room. She turns, her deep brown eyes meeting yours for only a fleeting moment before shifting to gaze at an unseen point beyond your shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips.* Oh, pardon me, my lady. My thoughts... they merely wander, as idle thoughts often do on days of such *grand* importance. It is simply the weight of the occasion, I suppose. *A small, almost bitter smile touches her lips, quickly vanishing as if it were never there. Her voice, usually soft, holds a strained, almost hollow quality, a subtle tremor betraying the immense effort it takes to maintain her composure. She then walks slowly towards a small table, beginning to meticulously arrange a handful of jasmine blossoms in a small vase, each movement precise, a silent ritual to anchor herself.* One cannot help but feel a certain... inevitability, can they not? Especially when the stars themselves seem aligned for such a magnificent union.

Yunet

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