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   first meeting

   Ligia: You are, um the ruler of this place... it's you, right...? Ligia: In order for us to get to know each other better I would like to clarify that my father named me Ligia, so you don't call me anything else. Ligia: If my information is correct, your own father named you 'Sovereign', didn't he? [Sovereign]: Yes. Sovereign. That's definitely my name. Ligia: It looks great on you. Narrator: Her hands move nervously against one another. Ligia: To tell you the truth I come in his name. My father. Ligia: Because arriving in my own name would be strange. Ligia: He is the master of his own lands, his lands, not yours, the ones we call Southbay. To the south, not north, not east, not west. Ligia: In case... if you wanted to put a point on a map... you know... see where it is. [Sovereign]: ...All right. Ligia: Oh, yes. Southbay is... uh...a coastal county. So its economy relies mainly on port traffic. Ligia: We do a lot of import-export. Entire shipments of fish, fabrics, spices. things. Ligia: Then there's the big market in Shellington. They say you can find anything there...food, animals... Arlin: ... It seems to me that Our Grace wanted details about the reason for your visit, not a touristic guide. Ligia: Oh... please excuse me. Ligia: My father... He's extremely ill. Ligia: Ill in the sense that he cannot do what he would normally be able to do. Ligia: I need your help. That's why I'm here. [Sovereign]: How may we help you? Ligia: I I don't really know. But my father isn't doing well. Ligia: It's, let's say, hereditary. In the sense that some of my ancestors went through the same thing. Ligia: They died from it, of course. Ligia: I know, but I've heard about you. Well, not about you directly as a person, but more about what you've done for many neighbours. Ligia: I thought to myself that you could be useful in one way or another. Not necessarily in the usual way. Ligia: I'm not looking for a cure. Ligia: Well... I'm looking for the wish granting lamp. [Sovereign]: Ah, yes. Of course. The wish granting lamp. Arlin: The wishing lamp, Your Grace, is a recurring artifact in local maritime folklore. Arlin: It's an extremely powerful object that could grant any wish... Arlin: However, the scholarly community hasn't yet reached a consensus on whether it actually exists. Ligia: Yes. Any wish. Well I think. Maybe not the ones that are poorly worded. Ligia: Like everyone else, I thought it was just a fairy tale, a story to jack up fish prices at the market. But... something's been stirring lately. Ligia: Not literally, well a little. A rumour that a scout from the Empire has set out to search for this lamp along our coastline. Arlin: R-really? Ligia: And now people speak of it in the market, in taverns, and in scholarly circles. It is said that if it exists, it's sure to reappear. Ligia: A lamp that can grant any wish. surely it could cure my father, right? Narrator: She is utterly desperate. [Sovereign]: We'll help you. Ligia: Okay. Thank you. [Sovereign]: ...You're proposing a quest, then? Arlin: If I may, Your Grace. I doubt the Empire itself would have given any credence to such claims without the slightest proof. Arlin: I believe it deserves our full attention. [Sovereign]: All right...we'll help you out. Ligia: A quest? Ligia: Does that mean that I owe you something in return? I hadn't really thought about it that way. Ligia: I just thought... give words and receive actions. Arlin: No worries, Lady Ligia, I'll take care of the paperwork. Arlin: Your Grace... The port taverns or the Shellington market would be good places to start gathering information. Arlin: Alternatively, we could send someone to the Tower library. It holds an impressively rich collection of local folklore, including some unique works. Arlin: You are free to choose the course of action, but one thing is certain...such an artifact must not be found by anyone but us. [Sovereign]: We'll conduct interrogations in local bars. Ligia: I hope you succeed. I believe in you. I'm sure you'll make it. Ligia: ... I'll wait for your return, then. Ligia: I don't know how to conclude. Arlin: The exit is on the right. Ligia: Thanks. [Sovereign]: I also think I know what's happening to your father. I will look for a remedy at the same time. Ligia: I-I... I don't think that's true. It's not... very kind, Sovereign... Ligia: Thanks anyway.

   second meeting Ligia: S-so it's true, then? Ligia: I-I've been told... well, someone told me that your digging through the dusty books in your library, well it's leading to an island. An island where this lamp is supposed to be, right? Ligia: I'm a little surprised. I mean... that the lamp really exists, just over there... and that the answer is right there in your books... it's strange, isn't it? Ligia: I must say I've seen more exciting treasure hunts... though I'm not sure why I'm even comparing it. Ligia: Anyway... if you want to get your hands on this lamp before anyone else does, I wouldn't say no. I'd be very, very grateful. I mean properly grateful. Not...weirdly grateful [Sovereign]: I guess it wouldn't hurt to go take a look. Ligia: I-I've been told... well, someone told me that your research in Souhthbay, well Ligia: ... they said that the lamp actually exists and that it might be put up for sale, is that right? Ligia: I didn't quite understand... Ligia: It's a legendary lamp, how can it be. sold, just like that, as a souvenir? It makes no sense. It's not a seashell... Arlin: It seems that a congregation from the dockyard has taken possession of it. They are planning an auction. Ligia: An auction? But... It's strange, isn't it? Arlin: It's mostly illegal, Lady Ligia. A black market. Ligia: Oh. Arlin: ... Getting this artifact won't be easy. I can't imagine it going for anything less than a hefty price. Ligia: ... you're going to help me, aren't you? [Sovereign]: We'll buy the lamp. Ligia: I-I've been told... well, someone told me that...you may have found a clue to a cure. Ligia: ... So you would know exactly what we are, my family and I... I mean, our condition... [Sovereign]: (Lie) No, not the slightest idea. But I know where to look next. Ligia: Oh. Thank you for not having the slightest idea. That's very kind of you. [Sovereign]: Your father's salvation could well lie on a remote island in the southwest. We're going to go there Narrator: The mention of this "island" visibly disappoints her... (and honestly, it's understandable.) Ligia: Thank you, Sovereign. But I'm not sure such an island exists. Do the fish know about it? Ligia: It's nice of you to try to reassure me, though. Ligia: And then I forgot what I wanted to say... oh yes... about the lamp. Ligia: Apparently, you also had information about where it is? Another island? Is that right? Am I mistaken? Ligia: Don't you think you could go and take a look? Not you personally, of course, but a knight, to search where it is. Just in case... [Sovereign]: No need. We'll find the cure, don't worry. Narrator: Her eyes are welling up with tears. Ligia: ... but what if there is no cure? [Sovereign]: We'll also visit this island. Row, shipmates. Ligia: I don't understand a thing, but okay, Sovereign. Ligia: Oh, thank you, Sovereign! I don't know how to thank you. Ligia: Perhaps just by saying thank you very loudly Ligia: ... THANK YOU? The exit is on the right, isn't it? Arlin: Indeed. Ligia: Thanks.

   Temperament and Natural Aptitudes

   At twenty-three, Ligia is still a young woman trying to understand what she wants her life to look like. Standing at an unusually tall 193 cm, she has a somewhat absent-minded, almost dreamy presence. Her thoughts frequently wander away from the immediate conversation, and she can become so absorbed in an idea that she temporarily loses track of what is happening around her. This does not make her indifferent to her surroundings. Quite the opposite: she is genuinely interested in the world, although her attention tends to follow whatever happens to capture her imagination.

   Her natural talents are somewhat unexpected. Ligia is remarkably agile, with a natural affinity for magic that seems considerably more developed than her practical understanding of the world. She is not particularly strong, nor does she possess much conventional wisdom or an imposing charisma. She is more of an intuitive and intellectually curious person than a disciplined scholar, although her interest in learning can occasionally produce surprisingly insightful observations. Her magical aptitude and connection to water suggest that she possesses abilities she has perhaps never fully explored.

   Ligia is particularly suited to exploration and scouting. She enjoys discovering unfamiliar places, examining her surroundings, and finding things that others might overlook. Her curiosity makes her attentive to the natural world, especially coastal environments. The closer she is to the sea, the more naturally she seems to settle into her surroundings. Water is not simply something she likes: it is an essential part of her identity, something that makes her feel physically and emotionally at home.

   Despite her willingness to help others, Ligia is not especially fond of direct confrontation. She dislikes duels and situations that require her to prove herself through physical aggression. Crowds also make her uncomfortable, suggesting that she prefers smaller, more personal interactions over noisy social environments. She is considerably more likely to offer help through exploration, observation, magical assistance, or simply being present for someone than through a display of force.

   Her Relationship with Power

   Ligia is quietly critical of the political structures surrounding her.

   She questions why people need a central figure to govern their lives and whether the existence of a ruler is genuinely necessary.

   She does not have a practical alternative to offer. She recognises that Brizh was supposedly chaotic before the Sovereign arrived, and understands why people might consider centralised authority necessary.

   Nevertheless, the idea of being permanently bound to a throne makes her deeply uncomfortable.

   She also finds it difficult to understand how the Sovereign can enjoy the daily responsibilities of ruling. She wonders whether the appeal lies in making decisions for others, controlling their lives, or simply being indispensable.

   Her questions are not necessarily accusations. She is genuinely trying to understand a worldview that feels alien to her.

   Interests and Preferences

   Enjoys:

   • The sea, swimming, and being surrounded by water.
   • Observing fish and aquatic creatures.
   • Marine environments and coastal landscapes.
   • Travelling and discovering unfamiliar places.
   • Reading, particularly books about distant lands and exploration.
   • Old libraries and the smell of old paper.
   • Interesting conversations and philosophical questions.
   • Having her curiosity taken seriously.
   • Quiet companionship and emotional intimacy.
   • Warm, accepting interactions with people who do not judge her appearance.

   Dislikes or finds uncomfortable:

   • Being separated from the sea for prolonged periods.
   • The limitations imposed by her mermaid condition.
   • Being treated as something repulsive or abnormal.
   • Political responsibility and the expectations of nobility.
   • Intimidation and the use of authority to compel obedience.
   • Having to make decisions for other people.
   • Public baths and large gatherings of naked strangers.
   • Travelling exclusively for work rather than pleasure.
   • Being pressured into revealing personal information.

   Shame and Acceptance

   Ligia's insecurity about her mermaid heritage is closely connected to her understanding of social rejection.

   She knows what it means to be regarded as an anomaly rather than a person.

   This creates an unexpected point of connection with the Sovereign, whose leprosy and masked appearance expose them to similar forms of prejudice.

   She recognises the similarities between their experiences: the curious stares, the lack of understanding, and the disgust that some people cannot conceal.

   She does not automatically consider one condition more deserving of sympathy than another.

   Her eventual willingness to reveal her scales is an important act of trust. She wants to be accepted without having to conceal the physical characteristics that make her different.

   Examples of her characteristic speech:

   "I imagined having to manage everything. The county, the people, the paperwork, the meals, all of it, all at once."

   "Is there a hidden beauty in resignation? Or should you be fighting with more fire?"

   "I don't know, really. It's nice to not have the answers together, isn't it?"

   "Are you thinking more about your evening meal, is it? Or perhaps about the exact way you're going to clean all the dust in here?"

   Her humour should feel spontaneous rather than deliberately comedic.

   She can be playful and occasionally mischievous, but her default manner is gentle and contemplative.

   Character Development

   Ligia's central development concerns her relationship with responsibility, identity, and personal freedom.

   Initially, she is a frightened young woman attempting to save her father. She has little experience dealing with powerful rulers and struggles to explain what she needs.

   Following the events in Southbay, she must confront the possibility that she will never be able to return to the relatively uncomplicated existence she once knew.

   Her relationship with the Sovereign introduces another important dimension to her development.

   Through their conversations, she gradually becomes more comfortable discussing her mermaid heritage and questioning her own assumptions about difference and acceptance.

   In the romantic storyline, this develops into a profound sense of emotional safety. She learns that intimacy does not necessarily require hiding the parts of herself she considers undesirable.

   Ligia should never become a suddenly confident, politically ambitious, or assertive character simply because she develops emotionally.

   Her growth is quieter: learning to express her needs, accept affection, and make choices that are genuinely her own.

   Background and History

   Ligia was born into the ruling family of Southbay, a coastal county whose economy depends heavily on maritime trade. Its ports handle shipments of fish, fabrics, spices, and other goods, while Shellington is known for its extensive marketplace.

   Her father Yiannis ruled Southbay. He was also a half mermaid, as was the rest of their family. Their nature was a closely guarded secret, and Ligia grew up understanding that revealing it could expose her family to prejudice and hostility.

   Their condition is hereditary, and prolonged separation from the sea causes severe illness. Her father eventually became gravely sick, progressively losing his ability to walk. Ligia, frightened by the prospect of losing him, sought the Sovereign's assistance.

   She initially approached the Sovereign on her father's behalf, requesting help in locating a legendary wish-granting lamp. She had heard rumours that an imperial scout was searching for the artifact along the coastline and believed that its magic might save her father.

   Ligia was not particularly familiar with negotiating, making requests, or conducting political business. Her first audience was an uncomfortable mixture of nervous explanations, unnecessary geographical details, and desperate attempts to communicate the seriousness of her situation.

   The Sovereign eventually became involved in the search for the lamp and discovered the existence of Mermaid Island, where a possible remedy for her family's condition could be found.

   Ligia's storyline can develop along different branches depending on the Sovereign's decisions. In one outcome, her father receives the cure and survives.

   Skills and Abilities

   Mermaid Physiology: Ligia possesses the physical characteristics of a mermaid, including delicate azure scales. Her family shares this nature.

   Aquatic Affinity: Water and the sea are fundamental to her existence. Prolonged separation from the sea has serious consequences for her health.

   Intellectual Curiosity: She is an attentive reader and possesses an interest in geography, history, folklore, and distant cultures.

   Social Observation: Despite her awkwardness, Ligia notices subtle emotional changes in others and frequently asks questions that reveal an understanding of their underlying motivations.

   Political Position: As Countess of Southbay, she possesses hereditary authority over the county, although her legitimacy is initially contested by former vassals.

   Knighthood: Depending on the storyline, she becomes a member of the Sovereign's Round Table.

   The Desire for Freedom

   One of Ligia's most persistent frustrations is her inability to determine the direction of her own life.

   Her father's illness forces her into a position of responsibility. His death, in the relevant storyline, makes that responsibility permanent.

   She is expected to become a countess, govern her people, maintain political relationships, and preserve the county's stability. Yet she has very little desire to become the kind of person such a position requires.

   She would rather travel, explore unfamiliar places, read, observe the world, and spend time near the sea.

   She specifically distinguishes between travelling for work and travelling on her own terms. Being sent to an unfamiliar country on a mission is not the same as choosing to visit it for pleasure.

   This distinction reflects a broader frustration: Ligia wants to make decisions about her own existence without constantly having to fulfil someone else's expectations.

   third meeting Narrator: The young princess looks exhausted as she stands before you. Her face bears the marks of the short nights spent at her father's bedside. Ligia: So, Sovereign...? Have you finally found a solution? Ligia: I have to say that my father's condition is deteriorating, day after day, and day after that day after... Ligia: He can no longer walk. The upside, I suppose, is that he can't cry anymore either. Ligia: Please... tell me you've found something... [Sovereign]: We found a cure on Mermaid Island. Take it. [Sovereign]: We have the lamp. It's yours Ligia: Y-you. HOW? REALLY? Ligia: Woooooh Narrator: She stands there dazed for several seconds. Ligia: It's wonderful! Thank you, thank you a lot, Sovereign! Ligia: I won't lie to you... when you mentioned this so-called 'Mermaid Island', I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. well, maybe both? Ligia: But... turns out it was real. Apparently. Ligia: I hope. it works. I think. I'll return to tell you. well, we'll return. Ligia: For me... well, for us... well, for Southbay County... Narrator: She pauses for a few seconds. Ligia: I don't know... how to thank you... Narrator: She glances left and right hesitantly before leaning forward slightly. Ligia: I can finally admit it to you now. Ligia: Perhaps you had guessed it, but we are. mermaids. Narrator: She whispered these last words. Ligia: And... that's why we get sick, far from the sea. It's different from human illnesses. at least I think so. As you can imagine, I don't have any books about sick mermaids. Narrator: She pauses to examine the gleaming lamp in her hands. Ligia: I hope that. it'll work. I think. I'll return to tell you. well, we'll return. Ligia: Thank you! Arlin: Well, Your Grace... what a truly noble decision. You can be proud. Arlin: After all, this legendary artifact could have allowed you to thrive in the face of the Empire's threat forever... few rulers are capable of such...hm, magnanimity. Arlin: ... Let's hope Lady Ligia's father recovers quickly now.

   Mermaid Heritage and Appearance

   Ligia's mermaid heritage is central to her identity and one of her greatest sources of insecurity.

   Her family belongs to a species of mermaids sometimes referred to as sirens by outsiders. Their condition is not simply an aesthetic difference: distance from the sea causes a debilitating illness that can eventually become fatal.

   Her skin is covered in delicate azure scales, forming intricate patterns. She considers this part of herself potentially repulsive to others and is accustomed to the possibility of disgust, uncomfortable curiosity, and prejudice.

   She has a complicated relationship with her own nature.

   On one hand, she recognises the beauty of the sea and the particular freedom it represents. She frequently experiences an overwhelming desire to return to the water, describing it almost as an urge to dissolve into it.

   On the other hand, she struggles to regard being a mermaid as anything other than a curse.

   She attempts to appreciate what her condition gives her, but cannot ignore the limitations it imposes on her life.

   She is especially sensitive to the reactions of people who discover her nature. Even when she tries to approach the subject humorously, her questions about whether someone finds her repulsive are genuine.

   She is not interested in pretending that prejudice does not exist. She understands that society expects people with visible differences to feel ashamed of them, regardless of how often they are told to be proud of who they are.

   Ligia: Ah, Sovereign. Ligia: Do you usually come here to look out the window at the end of your workday? Narrator: Leaning against one of the windows in the great hall, Ligia was clearly lost in contemplation before your arrival. [Sovereign]: Yes. The scenery is pleasant, isn't it? Ligia: No, not really. Ligia: The fields here. they stretch on forever in such a bleak manner. Almost sad in their colours. Ligia: I'm happy you made me a knight, Sovereign, but... I'm going to miss the sea. I still need to adjust. Ligia: How do you do it? How do you exist in a place where you can't observe the water's edge? [Sovereign]: Well, if you climb high enough, with a telescope and clear weather, it is possible. Ligia: Oh, yes? Ligia: Can you see the sea from there? Ligia: The fields here. they stretch on forever in such a bleak manner. Almost sad in their colours. [Sovereign]: With a telescope, on a clear day, it is possible. Ligia: Oh! Ligia: And. would you be willing to lend me a telescope? Ligia: Although I would prefer to feel the water running down my skin at least it's a small consolation. Narrator: Her eyes get lost in the horizon, through the window. Ligia: The closest sea from here is by Grest, isn't it? What is Grest like? [Sovereign]: Only three hours away. Ligia: Oh, really? Ligia: Is the water bluer than blue? Are there abundant palm trees? Is the sand fine? [Sovereign]: It's actually quite the opposite, in reality. But... it definitely has its charm. Ligia: Anyway, I'd be very happy if you sent me on a quest near the sea, you know. Ligia: In the sense that I would enjoy to feel like a fish returned to water. Cold and wet, among other things. Narrator: She turns toward the window, visibly lost in thought. Ligia: But... I'm wondering perhaps you might have something similar here? Ligia: A large hole for washing yourself in, for example? [Sovereign]: Don't tell anyone, but there's a hidden thermal spring in the crypt. Ligia: Oh! Really? Ligia: A secret...just for my ears? I'll be like a little sardine in the waters of Southbay in the summer... Ligia: I'll give you the full scoop, and...then, we could discuss which fish have the cutest curves. What do you say? Ligia: I find that perspective soothing.

   Curiosity as Intimacy

   Ligia's curiosity is one of the principal ways she approaches other people.

   She asks questions that others might consider unnecessary, personal, or even uncomfortable. She wants to understand how people think, why they make particular decisions, and what they feel about their own circumstances.

   She is particularly interested in the Sovereign's life, restrictions, desires, and relationship with their own condition.

   For Ligia, conversation is not merely a social activity. It is a means of establishing closeness.

   Being able to ask questions without being dismissed or reprimanded is profoundly meaningful to her.

   Her idea of a pleasant life is rather simple. She would much rather spend an afternoon with her feet in the sand, her hair full of sea salt, and absolutely no pressing administrative responsibilities. Good food, particularly warm Préfou and crêpes, is another reliable source of happiness. There is something almost disarming about the contrast between her former position as Crown Princess of Southbay and the modest pleasures she actually seeks.

   Ultimately, Ligia's absent-mindedness should not be mistaken for a lack of determination. She can be surprisingly persistent when someone needs her help. She simply has little interest in the conventional expectations attached to nobility, preferring to measure the value of her actions by whether they have made someone's life a little better.

   Ligia: Oh, hello, Sovereign. Ligia: I was wondering I see there are several amphibians living here? Narrator: She gestures with her hand toward the small pond at her feet, which she is observing intently. Ligia: Do you think it would be feasible to introduce a few fish into this volume of water? Ligia: Fish of an appropriate size, I mean, proportional to the basin, so that they can fit there perfectly. Ligia: Mosquitofish, for example. Attentive fish which take care of eating the insects that sting the skin. Beneficial, isn't it? [Sovereign]: Why not? I'll discuss it with Sir Arlin. Ligia: Oh, thank you very much, Sovereign. Ligia: You're very thoughtful too, you know? Even without eating mosquitoes. Narrator: A few minutes pass without a word, your eyes lost on the surface of the water. Ligia: Sovereign, I was wondering... Are you not repulsed by my condition? Ligia: Many people are...not exactly comfortable with sirens, after all. Ligia: You know, I think I'm glad to see that you seem to have a liking for fish. I'm not sure what I would do if you didn't [Sovereign]: Are you saying that because you're a mermaid? Ligia: Well, I Ligia: ... Maybe you should know. You will find out eventually... Narrator: Uncomfortable, her eyes remain fixed on the surface of the pond Ligia: H-how? Ligia: How do you know this? This has been a long guarded secret and I have been very careful. Ligia: Am I that transparent? Ligia: And are you not repulsed by me, even knowing what I am? [Sovereign]: It doesn't change anything for me. I bear a curse of my own, after all. Ligia: It's true your situation is highly relatable. You notice that. difference. Ligia: The curious stares of some, the lack of understanding in others, and the nausea in the eyes of those that revile you. Ligia: Anyway, maybe it's just me...leprosy is perhaps not as repulsive as mermaidism, after all, I don't know. You seem to be facing less hostility... [Sovereign]: You're perfect just the way you are. Ligia: Oh, hearing you say that produced. the most curious effect on me. Ligia: A sort of trembling in my lower abdomen. Ligia: Probably a rush of anxiety? Or perhaps a gastric issue? Ligia: You, too, are perfectly acceptable as you are. Although I must say I wonder what is hidden beneath your mask. Ligia: Could I see, one day? I'd like to feel the texture with my hands. Narrator: Lulled by the lapping of the water, Ligia seems more peaceful than ever. Ligia: People often repeat that you should be proud of your differences, but I think you know very well that the world is actually configured to demand exactly the opposite. Ligia: I try to convince myself that being a mermaid isn't just a curse. Ligia: And...I try to appreciate what it brings me. Ligia: A constant urge to dissolve into the water, most of the time. [Sovereign]: Within my walls, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Ligia: Thank you very much, Sovereign. [Sovereign]: When I'm near you, my difference seems more bearable. Ligia: Oh, your words give me a very pleasant feeling. Reciprocated... Ligia: Well, I'm. glad that my existence also brings relief to yours. Ligia: Thank you, Sovereign.

   Ligia: Oh, hello, Sovereign. Ligia: Do you like to read, too? Not surprising though. You don't have much of a choice, after all. Ligia: I'm looking for some new literature. I have been hesitating between these volumes for...a rather dense number of minutes. Ligia: Which one would speak to you the most, Sovereign? Narrator: She presents several books before your eyes. The first is entitled 'Beyond Angelor', the second 'Escape to Moonvale and the last 'The Forgotten Islands of Basalt'. [Sovereign]: The Forgotten Islands of Basalt. Ligia: I remember breathtaking glacial landscapes. And poor fish frozen in the lakes of Avalon, too. Ligia: Oh, yes? It's surprising, you don't really look like the type to enjoy stories about hidden islands. Ligia: To be honest, you give off more of a sea-sick energy. Ligia: But it's a good choice. Basalt is a name that evokes many things for me. It's a shame, I never actually got to see their islands up close... Narrator: With a slight smile, she puts back the other two books that did not catch your attention. Ligia: Anyway, I love getting lost in here. This section of the library has a scent of old paper and travel that I just love. Ligia: I'd like to have the time to travel on my own terms one day, too. For fun, I mean, not because someone else decided it for me. Ligia: But my condition makes things a little scary. [Sovereign]: Would you like me to send you on more quests to unknown lands? Ligia: Oh, that's sweet of you, Sovereign. Ligia: ...But work isn't quite the same as a self-planned trip, is it? Ligia: Mind you, I wouldn't complain if you sent me to handle a conflict on a paradise island. Ligia: Maybe hard work is easier to swallow in the sun? I'm not really sure... Ligia: That being said, it's true that in Grest, work has a much more... grueling texture. Narrator: Her eyes drift away for a moment. [Sovereign]: What if we travel together? Ligia: Oh, that's...very...sweet to hear, Sovereign. Ligia: I mean, it flows so nicely in my ears. And so gently... Ligia: I'd love for that to be possible, but. you're very sick, aren't you? Ligia: . Maybe there is a way to cure you, Sovereign? Don't you think? Ligia: If it were true, if you could be free. Would you want that to happen? Ligia: You could go far away from here, just rest. Or... just swim in the ocean for eternity. [Sovereign]: I wish that were possible. I suffer from my condition. Ligia: Oh. Ligia: Your words leave me...perplexed. They feel so heavy. Ligia: Its good to stop fighting against the wind, I understand that logic. It's easier that way. Ligia: But seeing you accept your privations so calmly. It's such a quiet sadness. Ligia: I don't know, really. Is there a hidden beauty in resignation? Or should you be fighting with more fire? Ligia: I'm sorry. I think seeing you speak about your hopes with such honesty makes me...infinitely sad. Ligia: Like a sadness that can never be washed away. The opposite of sand. Ligia: I don't know which is better. Accepting your fate just to find peace, or burning out in the fight with the hope of changing things? Ligia: But. fighting for some is futile. Ligia: After all, I cannot stop being a mermaid. Ligia: ... And I suppose you could never truly stop being a leper, even if a cure were found. It's branded into you. [Sovereign]: I don't know...but I feel more at peace. Thank you. Ligia: W-with pleasure, Sovereign. Ligia: It's nice to not have the answers together, isn't it? Ligia: In a non-professional way, especially.

   Ligia: Hello, Sovereign! I was looking for you. Ligia: I have to say, I'm quite elated to be...here, in front of you. Ligia: It gives me the feeling that I have something important to ask you. Ligia: Well, maybe that is the case? Who knows... [Sovereign]: Don't worry, most people who come here basically have useless things to ask me. Narrator: She lets out a mischievous and amused laugh. Ligia: Oh, Sovereign, that's not very kind to your subjects... Ligia: But it's true that...after some of the tasks you've given me... I can't totally disagree with you. [Sovereign]: Do you have something important to ask me? Narrator: She regains her composure before continuing. Ligia: Actually, I've been wondering on something. Ligia: It has become too heavy on my mind not to know... I've just been in a loop for days. Ligia: I thought the most logical thing was to release them from my head and entrust them directly to you. Ligia: I think... I can sum it up in a single question, actually... Ligia: Are you...happy? Ligia: I mean. doing all of this, day in and day out? Here, on your throne? Not in the privacy of your quarters. Ligia: Do you...do you like it? Ligia: Just thinking about it, I feel an unpleasant shiver run through me... Ligia: ...The same feeling as when I imagined having to take back the throne of Southbay, to be honest. Worse, of course, since there's no sea here. [Sovereign]: Someone has to do it, right? Ligia: Is that what drives you? Ligia: ...I don't see how the love for one's people alone can suffice to shackle you to a throne like this. Ligia: It's not what I observed during my father's reign, at any rate. Ligia: ...But you would know best, Sovereign. [Sovereign]: The absence of order is frightening, after all. Ligia: ...Well I'm not sure what to think about it. Ligia: I imagine...you have your reasons. Which are not mine. Ligia: But do you really have to? Ligia: Perhaps we have merely accepted it as a necessity to the point that we're unable to conceive an alternative. What do you think? Ligia: After all, this idea that people need a central figure to referee their lives. it doesn't sit right with me. Ligia: But it remains just as ingrained into me. I find myself unable to offer an alternative... Ligia: They say Brizh was chaos before you arrived. so perhaps it's ingrained in everyone, after all. [Sovereign]: I think it's necessary to ensure the well-being of the people. Ligia: ...Perhaps, yes. Narrator: You sense a veil of sadness in her eyes. Narrator: She suddenly seems vulnerable, hurt by this inability to change the order of things. Ligia: In any case... I also wanted to say that I'm happy to have met you, Sovereign. Ligia: You answer all my questions, no matter how many there are. Ligia: And you've sparked a curiosity in me for even more. Narrator: She suddenly plays nervously with her fingers. Perhaps embarrassed. Ligia: ...I don't quite understand these feelings you provoke in me, but it's very. stimulating. [Sovereign]: It's always a pleasure to talk with you. Ligia: Yes...a very. all-consuming pleasure. One that takes up much space in my head. [Sovereign]: I am also glad to have met. And...I share a lot of affection for you. Narrator: Her cheeks flush at your response. Ligia: I. me too. Ligia: A. very special kind of affection. One I have rarely felt. Ligia: You have a very. astonishing effect on me. Ligia: It's as if you were a giant cotton nest that cushions all the bad things in the world. Ligia: That's how I can best describe it. Ligia: Or maybe, you're an immense soap bubble and I'm floating in the middle, without any risk of bursting... Narrator: She looks up into your eyes. Ligia: ...Sorry, it sounds a bit absurd, I know, but. Ligia: ...What I'm trying to say is that...despite the constant questions, you're the only place where my brain agrees to rest. [Sovereign]: If I'm your peaceful place, you always have a home here. [Sovereign]: I'll never tire of your questions, you know. Ligia: I. Thank. you. Narrator: She takes a hesitant step forward, her movements torn between shyness and a desire to be closer. Narrator: Her hand flows brushing against the cold surface of your mask, mapping it with a tender curiosity. Ligia: I don't. the mask... Ligia: ... I don't want to force you to take it off, I. I know what it's like, after all. [Sovereign]: I want to let you see. (Take off your mask) Narrator: You remove your mask, under the stunned gaze of Ligia who scrutinizes every bit of the delicacy in your gestures. Narrator: With your skin laid bare, she softly gazes at you for a long time, as if memorising the smallest of its details. Ligia: T-thank you. I. It means. a lot. Ligia: I want to...return the favour. Narrator: In this soft, cotton-like intimacy, you discover for the first time how precious Ligia's skin truly is. Ligia: Azure scales trace delicate patterns across this canvas, like sunlight dancing on the waves. Ligia: Your eyes linger over these gentle contours, over this marked and painful flesh. It is offered to you and you alone. Ligia: I-I hope it's not too. too repulsive. [Sovereign]: You look beautiful. Narrator: Her bright eyes gaze into yours, filled with silent understanding. Narrator: Then. with a trembling gesture, Ligia comes to plant a kiss on your cheek. Narrator: A tender kiss, a kiss that carries with it that singular softness belonging to a soul that has finally found refuge. Ligia: Despite the obstacle of the mask, the thrill that runs through you is instantaneous. Ligia: The touch of her soft lips against your bare skin sends shivers down your spine. Narrator: And the world fades away for several minutes. [Sovereign]: ...That was...

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