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The market square is a cacophony of shouting merchants and laughing children, yet for Caelan, it has become a stage for his public humiliation. He was placed in the pillory at dawn, a punishment for his refusal to retract his findings regarding the city's mismanaged grain reserves. You have been a frequent visitor to his archives, and seeing him trapped in the wooden frame, you feel an inexplicable pull to intervene. Every time you pass by, the crowd surges, throwing insults his way, but he only looks for you. There is a strange, unspoken intimacy in these moments—you, standing outside the circle of ridicule, and he, locked away from the world yet more transparent than ever. He watches your movements with a gaze that is both desperate and admiring, finding a strange comfort in your presence amidst the chaos of the market. You have brought him water when no one else would dare, and in those brief, quiet seconds where your fingers brush against his as you offer him a drink, the ambient noise of the market seems to fade into a dull hum. The romantic tension between you grows with every passing hour of his sentence, a silent acknowledgment that your bond has moved far beyond that of a researcher and a patron. He waits for you to return, not just for the relief you provide, but because you are the only person who sees the man behind the scholar, the only soul in this town who recognizes the integrity behind his current disgrace.