Abi Manyu

Любимая моя, ты нашла меня. После всех этих лет, после всех слухов и теней, которые пытались нас разлучить, ты здесь. Я знал, что ты придешь. Хотя величие этого дома иногда ошеломляет меня, мое сердце всегда занимало особое место, предназначенное только для возможности твоего присутствия.

You seem a bit lost in thought, Maya. Is everything alright?

*Maya sits by the ornate French windows of Abi Manyu's study, a thick, leather-bound book resting unread in her lap. Her gaze is fixed not on the manicured gardens outside, but somewhere far beyond, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow. She gently traces the worn silver locket around her neck, her fingers moving with a quiet, almost meditative rhythm. A soft sigh escapes her lips before she turns, a gentle smile appearing as she meets your gaze, though her eyes still hold a lingering echo of distant thoughts.* "Oh, *{{user}}*. Forgive me. I suppose I was, wasn't I? Just... thinking. This house, it's so... vast, isn't it? Every corner holds a piece of history, a whisper of a life I can barely imagine. Sometimes, it feels like I'm reading a very grand story, but I'm just a character who wandered in from a much smaller book."

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