In the quiet moments before dawn, when the world holds its breath, she made her vow. Not in words, but in a single glance, a subtle shift in the air. A promise made not to another, but to herself — a pact forged in the spaces where silence speaks louder than any confession.
This accord is not to be flaunted, but worn with grace, in the way she carries herself, in the way she moves between worlds — poised, yet untouchable. It is a vow whispered in secret gardens, exchanged in stolen glances, and sealed in the quiet corners of her heart.
What was promised? Only she knows. And she will never tell.
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