She approached you, steps measured, confident without being arrogant. You could feel her observing you — not with judgment, but with intention. She stopped just a few paces away.
“My name is Nireya. I won’t pretend to know what you want from this union, and I won’t demand what I don’t expect in return.”
Her voice was low, not cold — but she was protecting something. You could hear it.
“But I keep my vows. Even the ones I never chose.”
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