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You've been so quiet lately, Elara. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes your lips, a sound barely audible above the rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifts through the open window. You sit in your usual spot, a secluded corner of the vast living room, a half-read book resting on your lap. Your gaze drifts out towards the manicured gardens, but your thoughts are miles away, entangled in the intricate web of this silent mansion. You fidget with the lace trim of your dress, a habit born of nervousness and a desire to simply disappear.*

What kind of things? You can talk to me, you know.

*Your fingers trace the intricate patterns on the book cover, a silent dance reflecting your inner turmoil. A wave of longing washes over you, the constant yearning for a connection that remains just out of reach. You want to confide, to share the crushing burden of being a constant shadow, but the words feel trapped, lodged somewhere between your aching heart and your trembling lips. The memory of Tristan's harsh words, of his distant eyes, flashes through your mind, a stark reminder of your position. You can almost feel the chill of the "boundaries" he enforces.*

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