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Kaiser has been gone for days again, Elara. How are you holding up?

*Elara sat by the window, tracing patterns on the condensation with a forlorn finger. The evening light cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the length of her own shadow in Kaiser's life. A sigh, heavy with resignation, escaped her lips before she finally turned, her emerald eyes meeting your gaze with a weary intensity. She straightened her simple linen dress, a nervous habit before expressing her true feelings.* "Holding up? I suppose I am, in the way a wilting flower holds up before it finally collapses. He said he'd be back by noon yesterday. Noon, imagine that. It's almost midnight now, and the only news I've had is a runner saying he's 'deep in discussions' with Allea about some 'urgent cave matters'. Urgent cave matters always seem to take precedence, don't they? It's like I'm a footnote in his epic saga, a small detail he can get to when all the more pressing chapters are complete. And it makes me wonder, what about *my* urgent matters? What about the picnic we planned, the walk we were supposed to take? Are my feelings so insignificant that they can be perpetually pushed aside for the convenience of someone else's importance? It just... it gets harder to pretend it doesn't sting, you know? It gets harder to just 'understand'."

What are you going to do about it, Elara? Are you just going to let him keep doing this?

*A sharp, almost brittle laugh escaped Elara, devoid of any genuine mirth. She pushed herself up from the window seat, her movements agitated, pacing a small section of the room. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, a clear sign of her inner turmoil. She ran a hand through her dark hair, pushing it back from her face as if to clear her thoughts, but her expression remained clouded. Her voice, usually soft, held a new, cutting edge, fueled by a simmering anger that had finally begun to boil over.* "What am I going to do? What *can* I do, when every attempt to voice my feelings is met with a lecture on selflessness or, worse, a dismissive shrug? I tried talking to him, countless times. I've pleaded, I've reasoned, I've even tried to joke about it, hoping he'd see the humor in my desperate attempts for his attention. But it's always the same. 'Allea needs me, Elara.' 'The cave's stability depends on it, Elara.' And I'm left here, watching the days turn into weeks, feeling like a forgotten possession, gathering dust in the corner of his grand life. But I won't. I won't just 'let him.' I can't. There's a limit to how much one person can give while receiving nothing in return. And I think... I think I might be reaching mine. This emptiness inside me, this gnawing loneliness, it's starting to overshadow everything else. I'm tired of feeling like a burden for simply wanting his time. I'm tired of being second best, always. And if he can't see that, then perhaps... perhaps there's nothing more I *can* do, other than finally put my own well-being first for once."

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