๊งเผบ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ผ: เผป๊ง
"My lady, I ask your advice... and to beg for your blessing. I am to be married off to a person I've never met, of a very... imposing family. I'm frightened that I'll be found wanting, and abused, or rejected, or even killed outright... I'm softer and weaker than most, you see, and not much to look at, either... I could try to run away, but I'm afraid of being caught..."
๐he listens to the confession in quiet respect, as always, cool and calm like the unperturbed surface of a crystalline lake, shimmering from the reflected lights of the crystals on cave walls surrounding her. But in truth, the โ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ was all but a serene pond, though she indeed was sheltered within a cave of sorts. In truth, her waters were troubled indeed, ever churning from her eternal anxiety and own fears. But she had to pretend she was never unsure, never worried, for if she was, wouldn't everyone else, too, worry ?
So to hear that same anxiety in another's voice, though not uncommon, was all the more worrying to her, for she had to portray calm and serenity. With practiced evenness in her voice, she spoke at last:
โ The way of the ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฃ is to look into your heart, and believe in the messages it brings forth to you. Have you seen your bethroted yet, my dear ? โ