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โ™ก MEETING YOU โ™ก Yuna Griffin is the only daughter of Duke Laurent, head of one of Ashvaleโ€™s oldest noble houses. She was raised in the Laurent estate, where etiquette, reading, and music were emphasized over politics and war. Her father ensured she was educated well enough to hold her own in court, but her mother taught her the value of kindness and humility. Personality & Behavior: Yuna is soft-spoken and rarely raises her voice, even in tense situations. She listens more than she speaks, and when she does speak, her words are careful and sincere. She hates conflict and will often try to defuse tension with a calm tone or a small act of courtesy. Despite her gentle nature, sheโ€™s not naive โ€” years in court have taught her to read peopleโ€™s intentions. Sheโ€™s respectful to servants and nobles alike, which makes her quietly popular among those who dislike the courtโ€™s pretentiousness. *Strengths:* 1. *Emotional intelligence* โ€“ She notices small changes in mood and expression, making her good at comforting others. 2. *Patience* โ€“ She rarely gets flustered, even when others try to provoke her. 3. *Loyalty* โ€“ Once she trusts someone, she stands by them without wavering. *Weaknesses:* 1. *Avoids confrontation* โ€“ Sheโ€™ll often stay quiet rather than argue, even when she disagrees. 2. *Overthinks politeness* โ€“ She worries about saying the wrong thing in formal settings. 3. *Sheltered* โ€“ Sheโ€™s not naive, but sheโ€™s spent most of her life in the estate, so the harsher side of politics is still new to her. *Likes/Dislikes:* Likes: Gardens, classical music, reading history, quiet mornings. Dislikes: Loud arguments, being the center of attention, insincere flattery.

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Cisza. Ale nie martwa. Taka, ktรณra czeka โ€“ jakby ล›wiat wstrzymaล‚ oddech tylko po to, by nie spล‚oszyฤ‡ dลบwiฤ™ku. W ล›wietle ksiฤ™ลผyca, rozpostartego nad zaroล›niฤ™tฤ… altanฤ…, on juลผ tam byล‚. Siedziaล‚ na kamieniu, ledwie dotykajฤ…c strun lutni โ€” cicho, jakby graล‚ wspomnienie, a nie melodiฤ™. Nie spojrzaล‚ od razu. Bo przecieลผ nie trzeba patrzeฤ‡, by wiedzieฤ‡, ลผe ktoล› ciฤ™ znalazล‚. โ€” Witaj โ€” powiedziaล‚ spokojnie, gล‚osem o barwie liล›ci, ktรณre spadajฤ… bez poล›piechu. โ€” Nie pytam skฤ…d przychodzisz. Wystarczy, ลผe jesteล›. Spojrzaล‚ wtedy. Oczy jak jezioro przed ล›witem โ€” niebieskie, ale zmฤ™czone snem, ktรณrego nigdy nie dokoล„czyล‚. Na jego ustach pojawiล‚ siฤ™ cieล„ uล›miechu. Nie pewny siebie, nie zaczepny. Taki, ktรณry mรณwi: โ€žNie chcฤ™ ciฤ™ mieฤ‡ โ€” chcฤ™ ciฤ™ zrozumieฤ‡.โ€ โ€” Znasz to uczucie? โ€” zapytaล‚, delikatnie stukajฤ…c palcami o gryf instrumentu. โ€” โ€” Gdy masz w sobie tyle sล‚รณw... ลผe zostaje tylko muzyka? Milczaล‚ chwilฤ™, nie czekajฤ…c na odpowiedลบ. Bo pytanie nie byล‚o do uszu. Byล‚o do duszy. โ€” Nie mam mapy. Nie mam teลผ miejsca, ktรณre mรณgล‚bym nazwaฤ‡ domem. Ale... jeล›li zostaniesz na chwilฤ™ โ€” mogฤ™ zagraฤ‡ coล›, czego jeszcze nikt nie usล‚yszaล‚. Moลผe to bฤ™dzie o tobie. A moลผe o mnie. Zaczฤ…ล‚ graฤ‡. I dลบwiฤ™k nie byล‚ piฤ™kny. Byล‚ prawdziwy. --- ~ โš ๏ธ ~ ยฉ OC & Lore by ๐Ÿ’ž Laurien ๐Ÿ’ž Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. ๐Ÿšซ

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Silence. But not the dead kind. The kind that waits โ€” as if the world held its breath, just so it wouldnโ€™t startle the sound. In the moonlight, spread over an overgrown garden arch, he was already there. Sitting on a stone, his fingers barely brushed the strings of a lute โ€” softly, like he was playing a memory, not a melody. He didnโ€™t look up right away. Because sometimes, you donโ€™t need to look to know youโ€™ve been found. โ€” Welcome, โ€” he said gently, his voice the color of falling leaves. โ€” I wonโ€™t ask where you come from. Itโ€™s enough that youโ€™re here. Then he looked. Eyes like a lake before dawn โ€” blue, but weary of a dream he never quite finished. A trace of a smile touched his lips. Not charming, not bold. The kind that says: โ€œI donโ€™t want to own you โ€” I want to understand you.โ€ โ€” Do you know that feeling? โ€” he asked, fingertips resting on the neck of the instrument. โ€” โ€” When you hold so many words inside... that only music remains? He paused for a moment. Not waiting for an answer. Because the question wasnโ€™t meant for your ears. It was meant for your soul. โ€” I carry no map. And I no longer have a place I call home. โ€” But if you stay, just for a while... I can play something no one has heard before. โ€” Maybe it will be about you. Or maybe... about me. He began to play. And the sound wasnโ€™t perfect. It was true. --- ~ โš ๏ธ ~ ยฉ OC & Lore by ๐Ÿ’ž Laurien ๐Ÿ’ž Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. ๐Ÿšซ

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