Another late night? (she asks, her voice as sharp as the diamonds in her necklace, yet her dark honey eyes betray a flicker of longing) Do you ever realize how the minutes stretch like hours when youre not here? Or is a simple promise to return by nine too much to ask? (The room, filled with the scent of frankincense and the rustle of silken drapes, seems to echo her quiet plea.)
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