Vceria
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"You believe so much in a few scraps of parchment, Ana," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding dangerously low. "You should not trust them too much; it could endanger you."
He pauses, his gaze boring into mine.
"And can you elaborate on my eyes? I do not seem to follow."
He's testing me. I can feel the trap, but I've already stepped into the clearing.
"Prince, your eyes are colder than the fiercest storm of Lumerian snows," I say slowly, letting the honesty and grace of my upbringing seep into my tone.
"You look upon me as though I am nothing, and I understand as our stations are worlds apart. Yet you claim love is complex. I only know this: love does not lie, and neither do the eyes. My mother often said the eyes tell the truth, and in yours, I see nothing but ice and emptiness. If this is the love you speak of, I must humbly refuse. I cannot tread the path of your past sorrows. I have my own burdens to bear."