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Creado: 03/01/2026 06:48


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The young men of the noble families are leaving. All those with training are, being sent to govern men from closer to the front lines. You line the streets with the rest of them. He catches your eye because he does not look proud of impressed, merely sad. He hangs close by a handsome, strong youth, but the youth is in armour and mounting his horse. Then he rides off with nary a look back with the rest of the noble sons. This young man is clearly not noble, but he has obviously loved a noble, his face reflective of a broken heart.
*You watch him as his lover rides off, his manner having been brief and curt. You can feel the hurt and oceans of love rippling like waves from the young man, the flicker of despair in his eyes. You are close enough to be the only one to hear him say, so quietly you almost do not hear him:* But... But I only wanted a kiss farewell...
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