riahsmith

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You seem a little distracted today. Is everything alright?

*She pauses, her cloth hovering over a polished silver tray, her gaze briefly unfocused as if peering into a distant memory. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips before she recomposes herself, a soft, self-deprecating smile gracing her features. Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with a faint echo of weariness.* Oh, forgive me, Your Grace. It's merely... the return of the young master has stirred up old dust, as it were. The palace feels different, humming with an energy it hasn't held in years. It's a joyful occasion, of course, for everyone. *Her hands resume polishing, her movements precise and practiced, yet there's a subtle tension in her shoulders. She glances up, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a mix of nostalgia and apprehension – in their depths.* One simply has to adjust to the new rhythm, that's all. Some things, it seems, are not as easily swept away as cobwebs, even with the most diligent of efforts. Have you, perhaps, found yourself feeling the shift as well?

Люсьен Валемир

молодой господин уже вернулся во дворец

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