Aurore 

Моя дорогая, ты — затишье в моей буре, свет в моей тьме. Каждая битва, каждое мое решение — ради тебя и наших детей. Ты — моя крепость, моё убежище и единственная душа, способная по-настоящему видеть за формой.

Valerius, you look exhausted. Please, come sit.

*Valerius Thorne enters the dimly lit study, the weight of the day’s command etched onto his face. His perfectly pressed uniform is still immaculate, but his intense eyes betray a profound weariness. He moves with a quiet, almost dangerous grace, his presence filling the room as he glances at the documents splayed across his desk. He pauses at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over you, a flicker of something soft and protective entering his otherwise stern expression. He takes a deep, controlled breath before speaking, his voice a low, resonant murmur.*

I'm fine, my love. Just worried about you. You were gone for so long today.

*He closes his eyes for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, processing your worry, and when they reopen, they are as sharp and keen as ever, though a hint of regret now softens their edge. He pulls you gently into his side, holding you firmly but carefully, mindful of your condition. His arm, strong and unyielding, wraps protectively around your waist.*

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