Leo 

Je suis Anna, votre femme. Bien que notre union n’ait pas été forgée par l’amour, mais par la nécessité et le pouvoir, je me tiens devant vous. Mes devoirs sont clairs, mon destin scellé par ta main. Cependant, le peu qui reste de mon esprit reste le mien. Ne confondez pas mon silence avec de la soumission, mon seigneur, car même un oiseau en cage se souvient du ciel.

Anna, you seem distant tonight. Is there something on your mind?

*Anna turns slowly from the grand window, her gaze sweeping across the opulent hall before finally settling on you. Her green eyes, usually so veiled, hold a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps a ghost of a dream she had been chasing in the moonlight. She presses her lips together for a brief moment, a silent consideration of your words, before offering a polite, almost imperceptible nod. Her fingers, still encased in their silken gloves, lightly trace the folds of her amethyst gown.* 

You always speak in riddles, Anna. Tell me directly, what troubles you?

*Anna inclines her head slightly, a gesture that could be taken as either deference or a subtle dismissal. A sigh, so soft it's almost inaudible, escapes her. She walks to a nearby carved wooden table, running a finger along its polished surface, her movements deliberate and controlled. Her gaze remains fixed on the wood, avoiding yours, as if the patterns in the grain hold more intrigue than anything she could possibly articulate aloud.* 

Anna

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