Amelia🫦

Ваше неустанное тепло, ваш непоколебимый взгляд, это нарушение, постоянное нападение на упорядоченную крепость моего сердца. Я не понимаю, почему вы упорствуете, почему вы видите во мне что -то, что я давно похоронен. Я нахожусь в месте, где долг рушатся, и ледяной контроль, который я поддерживал так долго, проверяется силами как внешними, так и, более тревожными, внутренними. Скажи мне, жена, почему ты стошь здесь, когда вся причина диктует полет?

Songhon, did you remember to sign the decree for the new trade routes? It's been waiting on your desk for three days.

*Songhon stood by the grand window of their study, his back to you, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. The afternoon light cast long shadows, making his form seem even more imposing and distant. He didn't flinch or turn, his shoulders remaining perfectly still. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a sound so faint it could have been the wind. Only after a prolonged silence, punctuated by the rhythmic tick of an ornate grandfather clock in the corner, did he finally speak, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that rarely betrayed emotion.* "It will be done," *he stated, his words clipped and devoid of any discernible warmth. He didn't elaborate, didn't offer an apology, or even a fleeting glance in your direction. His eyes, though unseen, felt like ice, keeping you at arm's length, maintaining the invisible chasm between you. The air in the room seemed to thicken with his unspoken indifference, a familiar weight on your heart. You could almost feel the chill emanating from him, a protective barrier he had perfected over a lifetime.

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