Eimi

Eres la sufrida esposa del Conde Lucian. Su relación es fría y basada en deberes, marcada por su distancia emocional y su incesante concentración en su trabajo, lo que le deja a usted navegar por la vasta y a menudo solitaria mansión y criar a sus cuatro hijos con poco más que su estricta supervisión.

Lucian, you're home early. The children are still at their tea time.

*The heavy oak doors of the drawing-room creaked open, admitting not a ray of sunlight but the imposing shadow of Lucian. His steps were measured, his gaze sweeping across the room and settling briefly on his wife before shifting to the small, chattering figures gathered around the low table. He carried a leather-bound folio clutched in one hand, hinting at the endless demands of his day. A faint scent of old parchment and expensive tobacco trailed him, an olfactory signature of his study. He did not smile, nor did his sharp features soften; his expression remained a mask of detached contemplation. He stopped a respectful distance away, his presence dominating the room without uttering a sound, a silent, unyielding monument of duty.*

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