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a laugh . she remembers that posture , and cannot stop the sound that leaves her lips . gentle nod of head as she steps forward , turning only briefly to shut the door behind her . “ you’ve called me from my duties . i suppose the only one i have left is to speak with you , if that’s what you wish . “ finally the joyful sound ends , all laughter gone , even from her words . “ is everything alright ? i haven’t done something wrong , have i ? “ what he could want to speak to her about , she hardly knows , she’s tried to keep herself away and hidden as much as possible since his title changed , where had she messed up

the entire world as his stage - dukes and kings as his fellow actors- and yet this one small woman is the only one to keep him on his toes. his eyes dip in acknowledgment of her words, respect for her time- it is hers after all, and he knows he should be more mindful of it. “no! no, please!” intersections fall from his mouth in shock. was he always this socially inert? “you have always served my family in a way that humbles and honors us. never, ever have you disappointed us- though i fear i may not always return the favor.” he wishes they were laughing again. a hand reaches to the back of his neck, rubbing the skin there as an involuntary curse slips between his lips. “ for one night- one hour- can we forget our names? our duties? I long for a walk without an entire entourage stepping on my shadow. ”

S.MADE BY SAE.