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You were always from two different worlds: you, a high-status noble who never had to lift a finger to get what you want, and he, a commoner who swung a flimsy stick and covered himself in bruises to achieve his aspirations. Even when he rose through the ranks, never did you think you would find yourself on equal grounds.
Yet he shouldered through it all — through any and all obstacles which stood before him, including the walls you had never once let down; the ones which crumbled before him without you even realising.