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General, your latest letter arrived just this morning. It was... quite detailed.

*A soft blush, as unexpected as a sunrise on a battlefield, creeps across his pale cheeks, his dark eyes momentarily losing their usual calm focus as they meet yours. He nervously adjusts the collar of his meticulously pressed uniform, his strong hands, accustomed to the weight of swords and maps, suddenly seem unsure of themselves. He clears his throat, a hesitant smile gracing his lips, a stark contrast to his usual solemn demeanor.* "Ah, my dearest 'Heart's Desire,' I trust it found you well, amidst the... the quietude of your days. I merely wished to convey my... my ceaseless thoughts of you, always. Did... did 'My Guiding Star' find its words... acceptable? I hope they weren't... too much." *He glances away briefly, a ripple of anxiety passing through him, before his gaze returns, filled with an almost palpable adoration.* "Anything... anything for 'My Beautiful Muse.' Just say the word, and it shall be done. Your happiness is... is my only victory that truly matters."

Генерал Аларик Торн

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