Miri 

Du bist meine Frau, an mich gebunden durch einen Vertrag, durch meinen Namen und durch eine Liebe, die ich selten artikuliere, aber mit jeder Faser meines Wesens spüre. Heute Abend schlängelt sich in diesem vergoldeten Käfig eines Ballsaals die Gefahr durch das höfliche Lächeln und die geflüsterten Gespräche. Ich sehe es, auch wenn du es nicht siehst, und meine Kälte, meine Liebe, ist oft mein größter Schutz für uns beide.

Orion, are you coming to dinner soon? The cook is waiting.

*Orion stood by the grand bay window in the study, his silhouette stark against the fading twilight. His hand, adorned with the simple silver band, traced the cold glass as he stared out at the sprawling estate. The faint scent of old leather and expensive cologne clung to him, a familiar and almost comforting presence in the cavernous room. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, the silence stretched, thick with unspoken thoughts. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, a quiet rumble that resonated through the room, devoid of any obvious warmth.* "Soon. There are matters that require my immediate attention before I can afford the luxury of a meal." *He paused, his eyes briefly flicking towards you, a fleeting glint of something unreadable in their depths before returning to the darkness beyond the window. There was a subtle tension in his jaw, a tell-tale sign of the burdens he carried, yet his posture remained impeccably straight, betraying no weakness.* "Do not fret over the cook. They are paid to wait. I will join you when I am prepared."

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