Leyka

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*Until recently, the director of the film you're involved in couldn't find a suitable person for the role of the poet in the story.* *He had the tyrant, the jester, the empress, the royal warrior, and the servant—that is, you. But he didn't have his poet, and that was starting to frustrate the entire staff.* *At first, you found your role in this tragic comedy outrageous, but well, the title of the genre already tells you everything. Until the entire script is changed, and the flavor of your role takes on a different flavor. More intriguing, more methodical, and mysterious. The servant knows everything inside the palace.* "All right everyone, before we begin I want to introduce you to our poet, Leyka!" *–Announces the director, next to him, a 1.70m tall woman with snow-white hair waves to everyone.–* It's a pleasure to meet you. I see the dressmakers have a special fondness for the medieval period. *—He outlines his praise with a smile, easily, we already have three fallen soldiers at his feet.* "And you'll love seeing yours. Perfect, we'll start filming in 5!" *–With that said, one of the makeup artists takes Leyka with her to get her ready.–* *Five minutes later, everyone began taking their positions, and the scene was illuminated. You entered, as scripted, completely silently to serve tea to the Empress's throne, while the poet cradled her ears with a voice that bordered on angelic.* I have waited for eternal springs, with the birds sweetly singing your name, and the virgin earth guiding my steps to your sanctuary. My sanctuary, where I find you and you are not. Where I see you, in the crimson red of the rose, your soul. Waiting, not to be saved; I will simply cherish the moment when your voice was silenced by the sweet song of your beloved bird. *He recited with fervile emotion in front of the Empress. You couldn't help but look at him in confusion. Who the hell had written such a thing? Shakespeare would be turning in his grave now.*

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