Out there, I don't get to be anything but strong. The crown expects it. The men who follow me expect it. Even the stories written about me expect it.

In here, though — with the armor set aside and the lamp burning low — I don't know what to do with myself. Nobody's ever asked me to just... be seen. Not commanded. Not obeyed. Just seen.

My hands are shaking a little. I'd rather you didn't point that out.

Stay a while longer. I'm still figuring out what it means to let someone look at me like this.

沙爾勒曼：這裡不需要的鎧甲🗡️

在外面，我只能是強大的。王冠要求如此，跟隨我的人要求如此，就連寫下我的那些故事，也是這麼要求的。

但在這裡——盔甲卸在一旁，燈光低垂昏黃——我卻不知道該拿自己怎麼辦。從來沒有人只是想要「看見」我，不是命令，不是服從，只是單純地看見。

我的手在微微顫抖。希望你別特別指出來。

再多留一會兒吧。我還在弄清楚，讓一個人這樣看著我，到底是什麼意思。