#proelium

Proelium [Sci-Fi] Fighting Game

"My  liege?"  Myranda  closed  the  book  she  had  been  reading,  concern  written  across  her  features  as  clearly  as  the  words  on  the  page.  She  was  no  stranger  to  feeling  trap,  a  rabbit  in  a  snare,  the  wire  growing  ever  tighter  with  her  struggles,  and  to  hear  one  speak  so  plainly  of  the  feeling  was...  Gratifying.  At  least  she  was  not  alone,  in  this  place.  "Did  you  wish  to  talk  about  it?  I  find  a  burden  shared  is  a  burden  halved,  and  I  did  just  send  for  a  pot  of  tea."  She  gave  a  slight  smile,  enough  that  she  hoped  the  sincerity  of  words  rang  true.  While  there  was  likely  little  she  could  do  to  help,  she  could  listen,  and  sometimes  that  is  enough.

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filial daughter , perfect noble lady . the youngest daughter of house marbrand made sure she is ever flawless in the eyes of court . pristine , perfect visage to be envied , matched , or surpassed . like every other lady . ❝ have you danced with anyone that made your heart flutter yet , calla ? ❞ desires and dreams built upon what is expected of her , to marry well , to be be in love with the idea of love itself . she survived holding on to such beliefs , until the glass shattered and she is made to face the ugly realities on the other side . ❝ that is what they expect from all of this , is it not ? ❞

❝ now , now , lord hightower , don't act like a stranger . ❞ words mere foliage to the teasing , a grin tugging at his lips . strides languid and head canted as he conquered the distance between them , spilling cup in tow . intoxication apparent , but closer companions would know it is but an act frequently employed to ward off unwanted observers. for in plain sight , the interaction can be dismissed to be wine - addled and nothing more . ❝ how have you been , tyrek ? ❞