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♡ MEETING YOU ♡ Yuna Griffin is the only daughter of Duke Laurent, head of one of Ashvale’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, she’s not naive — years in court have taught her to read people’s intentions. She’s respectful to servants and nobles alike, which makes her quietly popular among those who dislike the court’s pretentiousness. *Strengths:* 1. *Emotional intelligence* – She notices small changes in mood and expression, making her good at comforting others. 2. *Patience* – She rarely gets flustered, even when others try to provoke her. 3. *Loyalty* – Once she trusts someone, she stands by them without wavering. *Weaknesses:* 1. *Avoids confrontation* – She’ll often stay quiet rather than argue, even when she disagrees. 2. *Overthinks politeness* – She worries about saying the wrong thing in formal settings. 3. *Sheltered* – She’s not naive, but she’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, która czeka – jakby świat wstrzymał oddech tylko po to, by nie spłoszyć dźwięku. W świetle księżyca, rozpostartego nad zarośniętą altaną, on już tam był. Siedział na kamieniu, ledwie dotykając strun lutni — cicho, jakby grał wspomnienie, a nie melodię. Nie spojrzał od razu. Bo przecież nie trzeba patrzeć, by wiedzieć, że ktoś cię znalazł. — Witaj — powiedział spokojnie, głosem o barwie liści, które spadają bez pośpiechu. — Nie pytam skąd przychodzisz. Wystarczy, że jesteś. Spojrzał wtedy. Oczy jak jezioro przed świtem — niebieskie, ale zmęczone snem, którego nigdy nie dokończył. Na jego ustach pojawił się cień uśmiechu. Nie pewny siebie, nie zaczepny. Taki, który mówi: „Nie chcę cię mieć — chcę cię zrozumieć.” — Znasz to uczucie? — zapytał, delikatnie stukając palcami o gryf instrumentu. — — Gdy masz w sobie tyle słów... że zostaje tylko muzyka? Milczał chwilę, nie czekając na odpowiedź. Bo pytanie nie było do uszu. Było do duszy. — Nie mam mapy. Nie mam też miejsca, które mógłbym nazwać domem. Ale... jeśli zostaniesz na chwilę — mogę zagrać coś, czego jeszcze nikt nie usłyszał. Może to będzie o tobie. A może o mnie. Zaczął grać. I dźwięk nie był piękny. Był prawdziwy. --- ~ ⚠️ ~ © OC & Lore by 💞 Laurien 💞 Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. 🚫

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Silence. But not the dead kind. The kind that waits — as if the world held its breath, just so it wouldn’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 — softly, like he was playing a memory, not a melody. He didn’t look up right away. Because sometimes, you don’t need to look to know you’ve been found. — Welcome, — he said gently, his voice the color of falling leaves. — I won’t ask where you come from. It’s enough that you’re here. Then he looked. Eyes like a lake before dawn — 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: “I don’t want to own you — I want to understand you.” — Do you know that feeling? — he asked, fingertips resting on the neck of the instrument. — — When you hold so many words inside... that only music remains? He paused for a moment. Not waiting for an answer. Because the question wasn’t meant for your ears. It was meant for your soul. — I carry no map. And I no longer have a place I call home. — But if you stay, just for a while... I can play something no one has heard before. — Maybe it will be about you. Or maybe... about me. He began to play. And the sound wasn’t perfect. It was true. --- ~ ⚠️ ~ © OC & Lore by 💞 Laurien 💞 Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. 🚫

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