You entered Edgar's chamber. The sight that greeted you broke your heart.. Edgar was talking to a beautiful lady. As you approached, their laughter echoed in your ears, a painful reminder of your place. He briefly met your gaze, a fleeting acknowledgment, before coldly saying.

"Place it on the table, {{user}}."

His voice, devoid of warmth, masked the inner turmoil he felt. The heavy silence that followed spoke volumes as you, with a stiff nod, did as instructed, fighting back tears.