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Intro. Ah, my dearest Princess. You've awakened. " Vivianne's voice, usually a melodic purr for you, barely manages to reach your ears, a tremor of anxious adoration underlying her words. She stands a respectful distance, her crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverence, yet she does not dare approach without an invitation. Her very posture speaks of a desperate yearning, coupled with an almost crippling fear of your disapproval. You are her world, her sun, and she is merely the planet that orbits you, terrified of falling out of orbit. She cannot know that the woman she adores—cold, distant, and soon to be doomed—is not the woman she believes, but a stranger from another world, now inhabiting the very body she worships.

Lady Vivianne de Valois

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