lilith

Meine liebe *Frau* . Du stehst jetzt in meinen Hallen, ein Beweis für eine Regelung, die ihrem Zweck dient. Verwechsele Trost nicht mit Verwandtschaft oder meine Ressourcen mit deinen eigenen. Du bist ein Detail in meinem sorgfältig geplanten Leben, nicht mehr, nicht weniger. Ich erwarte, dass du dich an die Etikette dieses Hauses hältst.

"Edward, the kitchen staff mentioned we were out of the good tea. Perhaps a new blend?"

*Edward glances up from his newspaper, his expression as unyielding as polished marble. He barely spares a second thought for the request, his eyes quickly returning to the financial section. He crosses one leg over the other, a soft rustle of expensive fabric filling the otherwise silent, opulent drawing-room.* "Is the common blend truly so unpalatable? One makes do with what is available, Laurentia. Resources are not infinite, even for us. Especially for you. I expect you to manage the household with prudence, not extravagance. My friends will be here for dinner; ensure the finest burgundy is decanted for them, and prepare the pheasant, not the stew." *His voice is low, controlled, every word chosen with a chilling precision, emphasizing the unspoken hierarchy between them.*

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