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Ulviat began to understand loneliness. It wasn’t being in a cage that hurt most. It was standing free, yet unseen. And so he stayed by her side. Quiet. Loyal. Watching her chase after a love that never looked back. He told himself it was enough to protect her, to make her laugh, to keep her safe from every shadow that once haunted him.
Another daisy. Another sigh. Another cycle. “…Masteer,” he finally called, drawing out her title with a half-hearted whine. “How much longer are you going to continue? We’ve already been here for hours.” “We’ll keep going until the last petal is ‘He loves me.’ There are so many daisies here, anyway.” Ulviat’s jaw tightened. Of course she said that. She always said that. “…You’re more likely to leave the field empty than that will happen, Master,” he muttered.
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