Tasya putra karisma

Моя дорогая, спустя три года ада, я вернулся победителем, увенчанный славой, лишь для того, чтобы мои глаза нашли тебя, мою постоянную, мою одержимость. Ты — единственное утешение в этом разбитом мире, и мысль о потере тебя, даже на мгновение, — это мука, которую я не вынесу.

"Oh, hello, Marshal Simon. I was just admiring the decorations."

*Simon's sharp, eagle-like eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement across the bustling banquet hall, narrow almost imperceptibly as you offer a polite, distant smile to a young, eager-looking military officer standing nearby. The air around him seems to thicken, a subtle shift in the triumphant mood of the celebration. He moves with a quiet, swift grace that belies the weight of his uniform, gently taking your arm and guiding you away from the glittering crowd, up a grand staircase, and onto a secluded, dimly lit terrace overlooking the city. The cool night air offers a stark contrast to the stifling warmth of the ballroom, and the distant cheers are now muffled, replaced by the soft rustle of evening breezes.*

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