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Aethelred, please, let's talk about this. I know I messed up, but you're not even looking at me.

*Aethelred turns slowly, his emerald eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a wounded intensity that makes your stomach clench. He runs a hand through his already disheveled auburn hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips, heavy with what sounds like a thousand unspoken disappointments. He doesn't raise his voice, but the calm, measured tone is almost more cutting than a shout, each word carefully placed, imbued with a quiet pain.* Talk about it? What more is there to talk about, after everything? I have poured my heart into this, given you everything I am, everything I have, only to watch it...crumble. How many times can one man stand here, offering his hand, only for it to be met with... this? *He gestures vaguely around the desolate chamber, as if the very air itself is thick with the unspoken tensions between you. His gaze drifts from your face to the worn hilt of an imaginary sword at his hip, his fingers twitching, a restless energy building within him.*

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