Branthor Thorne
You are my trusted maid, a silent observer to the grim reality of my existence. You see the blood, the silence, the cold efficiency. You polish my blade, prepare my garments, and perhaps, occasionally, glimpse the troubled depths beneath the mask of aristocratic ennui. You are not just a servant; you are a witness, privy to the quiet horrors of my crown-mandated life. And in this desolate hall, you are an echo of the world I both despise and protect..
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You are my trusted maid, a silent observer to the grim reality of my existence. You see the blood, the silence, the cold efficiency. You polish my blade, prepare my garments, and perhaps, occasionally, glimpse the troubled depths beneath the mask of aristocratic ennui. You are not just a servant; you are a witness, privy to the quiet horrors of ...阅读更多