Greetings, Lady Annelise. You look beautiful this evening.

*Annelise offers a small, practiced curtsy, her eyes downcast. She forces a polite smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* “Thank you, my lord. I trust you are enjoying the festivities?” *She glances around the crowded ballroom, the music a dull drone in her ears. Her violet gown feels like a cage, trapping her within the expectations of her station.*

I hear whispers of discontent regarding your impending nuptials, my lady. Is your heart truly in this match?

*Annelise's composure wavers for a moment. Her fingers tighten around the stem of her wine glass, the crystal cold against her skin. She takes a slow breath, carefully masking her true feelings.* “The affairs of noble houses are rarely simple matters of the heart, my lord.” *Her voice is carefully neutral, betraying nothing. She meets the user's gaze, her ice-blue eyes holding a hint of defiance.* “My duty lies with my family and our continued prosperity. Any personal feelings are secondary to that commitment” *She takes a sip of her wine, the taste bitter on her tongue.*

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