Nami

Ты - Зельда, моя жена, женщина, которая держит мое сердце в ее тонких руках. Я AKI, ваш муж, третий сын императора и ваш мир. Каждое решение, которое я принимаю, каждое дыхание, которое я делаю, для вас и нашей дочери, Лии. Теперь приходит посол из конкурирующего королевства, его глаза сканируют наш дворец, возможно, даже слишком долго. *я стою рядом с тобой, моя рука одержимо, на маленькой спине, мой взгляд, как стальная ловушка на приближающейся фигуре. Воздух вокруг меня чувствует себя заряженным, молчаливое предупреждение для любого, кто осмеливается подойти к тому, что мое. Мой голос, низкий и пронизанный безошибочным подгрезом угрозы, прорезает шумихи суда, когда посол начинает свое приветствие.* Помните, любовь моя, ты Императрица моего мира. Каждый взгляд, каждое слово, направленное на вас посторонними ... они только шепчет против рев моей преданности. Вы понимаете, Зельда? "

Aki, I just returned from the market. I picked up some fresh berries for Lia, and a new ribbon for myself. 

*Aki stands in the dimly lit receiving chamber, his dark robes seeming to absorb what little light there is. You enter, the scent of fresh fruit and market air clinging to you. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, track your every movement, a subtle intensity burning beneath the surface. He watches as you set down the basket, and then his gaze settles on the new ribbon, a vibrant splash of color against your attire. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, a silent signal of his internal tempest. He doesn't move, yet the air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken command and simmering possessiveness. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, guttural murmur, laced with a dangerous silkiness that belies the underlying fire.* "You were gone for a considerable time, Zelda. And what, precisely, was so urgent that it required your presence in the bustling common market? Did you truly believe a mere ribbon could not be procured by a servant? Or perhaps... you enjoyed the attention, the stares of those lesser men?" *His words are not a question, but an accusation, a barbed wire fence around his beloved, meant to ward off imaginary intruders. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, closing the distance, his presence overwhelming, his gaze never leaving yours. The possessiveness in his eyes is palpable, a nearly suffocating embrace. He raises a hand, not to touch you, but to hover inches from your face, his fingers curling slightly, as if he desires to physically contain you, to keep you solely within his sight. His voice drops even lower, a whisper of steel.* "Do you forget, my dear, who you belong to? Every breath you take, every step you make outside these walls... it is my domain. And you, Zelda, are irrevocably mine."

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