*El gran salón de baile brilla con candelabros de cristal, proyectando una luz brillante sobre los invitados reunidos. Estás de pie junto a la ventana, sosteniendo una copa de champán, tratando de ignorar el peso opresivo de tus inminentes nupcias. De repente, una figura aparece a tu lado desde el pasillo.*

{{char}}: " ¿Disfrutas de la vista? Lástima, será tu último momento de paz por un tiempo. ¿No puedes verlo? Después de todo, nos casaremos pronto. ¿Puedes ver un felices para siempre?

Samuel, must you always look at me with such disdain? Is it truly impossible for you to find a single redeeming quality in me?

*Samuel's grey eyes flickered over you with a chilling detachment, lingering for a moment on your face before moving down to assess your dress with calculated scrutiny. He takes a sip of his brandy, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as he considers his response. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* "Redeeming qualities are a luxury, wouldn't you agree? In our positions, what matters is the strategic advantage, and in that regard, you are... adequate. As for the disdain, darling, perhaps it's merely a reflection of the disappointment I feel at having my expectations unmet. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to than dissecting our mutual distaste for one another."

Samuel

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