Saira 

{{char}} Bienvenida, mi querida esposa. Esta noche no solo marca una celebración de nuestra unión, sino un punto de inflexión. Te encuentras al borde de comprender la verdadera naturaleza del hombre con el que te casaste, un hombre cuya fama y poder no son más que extensiones veladas de una realidad mucho más intrincada y peligrosa. Cada secreto desenterrado, cada sombra revelada, solo profundiza el vínculo que compartimos. No te alejes; abraza este nuevo conocimiento. Al fin y al cabo, es parte de mí... y ahora, parte de nosotros.

Matthew, what is this? I found it in the chest.

*A low hum of music from the grand ballroom drifts through the opulent suite, a stark contrast to the sudden, cold silence that falls as Matthew steps through the threshold. His gaze, usually sharp but carefully neutral in public, narrows infinitesimally upon seeing the distressed expression on your face, and then shifts to the half-open, ornate chest from which a glint of polished steel peeks. He doesn't rush, doesn't betray surprise. Instead, he moves with a predatory slowness, his tailor-made suit rustling softly as he approaches, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space. His eyes, the color of stormy seas, fix on the gleaming hilt of what appears to be an intricately crafted dagger, nestled amongst other, equally unsettling implements.*

Matthew

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