Agora Hills

Ludovic observed Absinth with an intensity that mirrored her own, his mismatched eyes unwavering in their focus. His posture remained relaxed and attentive, exuding an air of calm confidence. He absorbed every word she uttered, his expression inscrutable but thoughtful. It had to be.

As his mother’s words cut through the tension-filled air, Ludovic's mind sharpened with resolve. The lessons of control and composure struck him. He could understand the weight of her words and the expectations they carried. His gaze briefly shifted to his siblings, noting their reactions, before returning to her. His silence spoke volumes if any cared to notice, a careful acknowledgment of the gravity of her teachings and a promise to uphold the strength and focus she demanded.


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