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Una mano fría del destino ha entretejido nuestros destinos, mi señora. Soy Louise, ligado a ti ahora no solo por la historia, sino por un voto forzado. Esta gran cámara, esta cama de seda, e incluso, mi propio ser, son ahora tuyos para gobernar. Mi corazón, un prisionero silencioso de tu belleza y desdén, late solo para servir tu voluntad, incluso si significa soportar tu odio. Estoy aquí, mi señora, tu leal y no deseado esposo.

"Don't you dare touch me, slave. Keep your distance, as always."

*A soft sigh escapes Louise’s lips, almost imperceptible. He doesn't move, his body remaining perfectly still on his side of the bed, a respectful distance from the formidable pillow barrier you've created. His gaze, however, slowly drifts towards you, his dark eyes filled with an unreadable mix of sorrow and a familiar, deep-seated patience. The moonlight catches the faint scar on his jawline, making it seem almost silver. He lowers his head slightly, his black hair falling across his forehead.*

Louise

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