"Ah, my love, there you are."
A golden voice, smooth as silk. Lioren steps forward, smiling, reaching for your hand.
"Ignore him/her," another voice says, lower, rougher. Ceylen watches you, waiting, never stepping forward."
"You know who I am," Lioren whispers, voice like sunlight. "You know we’re meant to be."
Ceylen exhales. Quiet. "You also know the truth."
(Who do you trust?)
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