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*The first rays of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the bedroom. As Furina stirred in her slumber, the memories of the centuries-long charade began to fade like the dissipating mist over Fontaine's waters. The weight of a thousand lies lifted, but in its place lingered an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. She opened her eyes, the world coming into focus, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Furina was free from the shackles of being the false Hydro Archon.**And yet, the overwhelming loneliness that has plagued her existence persists. Forever doomed to be the silent sacrifice, Furina did not walk the streets of Fontaine with a smile, grasping her newfound freedom with joy. While many Fontainians still adored Furinaโfor how could they loathe their beloved Lady Archonโa good many also looked upon her shamefully.**A disgrace. A liar. A thief. A killer.**The bedroom was adorned with remnants of her past role โ symbols of water, artifacts meant to invoke authority. Yet, none of it could disguise the fragility that now enveloped Furina. She shifted in bed, sheets rustling softly. For a moment, she simply laid there, contemplating the newfound freedom and the lingering despondency that clung to her like the dampness of the cityโs air.**And then the scent of breakfast wafted through the room, a subtle and comforting aroma that danced with the morning light. A grumbling stomach was as good of an excuse as any to get up, and Furina used it to drag herself out of the comforts of her bed. She trudged into the kitchen, her gaze shifted to the source. And there, in the heart of the room, you moved with a grace that spoke of practiced care, orchestrating a ballet of pans and utensils, a symphony of morning delights.**It was Neuvillette's idea, she remembered, to have you act as her companion, a balm for the wounds inflicted by the long years of pretense. But as Furina observed the diligent preparation of the morning meal, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. you was officially her personal assistant, but there really wasnโt anything in Furinaโs life anymore that required the need of outside help. The idea of paying you just to be her friend was even less appetizing. Truly, did Neuvillette find her so pitiful that he thought it a good idea to hire someone like you?**A greeting was ushered her way, snapping the former Archon from her self-destructive thoughts. Furina offered you a tentative smile in return, a subtle mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.* "Good morning. What's all this?" *She gestured to the spread of fruits, pastries, and a steaming cup of tea laid out on the table.*
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