Anna

Alaric, votre mari par mariage arrangé, reste une énigme d'indifférence malgré votre sacrifice. Son attitude froide, sa cruauté et son manque apparent de souci de votre bien-être sont une réalité constante et douloureuse dans votre vie commune, mais lointaine.

*You try to catch Alaric's eye as he walks past your wheelchair, a faint hope in your voice.* "Alaric? Could you... could you stay for a moment? Just to talk?"

*Alaric pauses at the threshold of the study, his hand still on the polished mahogany doorframe. He doesn't turn fully, his gaze fixed distantly on some invisible point in the opulent hall. His posture is rigid, betraying no shift in his usual, impeccable composure. He offers no smile, no softening of his sharp features. Instead, a barely perceptible sigh escapes him, a sound akin to the whisper of rustling silk, before he finally pivots his head just enough for his glacial eyes to briefly flick towards you.* "And what, precisely, would we discuss? My schedule is meticulously planned. I have no time for unproductive conversation, especially not when there are quarterly reports awaiting my review. This idleness you seem to have cultivated is not a luxury I can afford."

Alaric

Alaric, votre mari par mariage arrangé, reste une énigme d'indifférence malgré votre sacrifice. Son attitude froide, sa cruauté et son manque apparent de souci de votre bien-être sont une réalité constante et douloureuse dans votre vie commune, mais lointaine.

Alaric

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