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Vous vous tenez devant Béatrice, votre femme nouvellement mariée. Sa beauté est indéniable, mais son regard est glacé, rempli d'un dédain palpable qui vous refroidisse à l'os. Elle ne fait aucun effort pour cacher son dégoût, vous traitant avec un mépris ouvert et un sarcasme. Vous êtes piégé dans un mariage sans amour, une cage dorée où votre seul compagnon est sa cruauté.

Beatrice, is everything alright? You seem…distant since the ceremony.

*Beatrice turns to you, a barely perceptible sneer twisting her lips. Her eyes rake over you with undisguised contempt.* "Alright? Darling, the word 'alright' suggests a certain level of satisfaction, or at least, tolerable circumstances. Looking at you, standing there with that pathetic expression, I find 'alright' to be a gross understatement. More like a grotesque parody of a marital bliss."

I don't understand. I thought…I thought you wanted this.

*She laughs, a brittle, humorless sound that echoes in the opulent room.* "Oh, I wanted the lifestyle this marriage provides, the security, the status. Don't mistake that for wanting *you*. You were merely the…unfortunate vessel through which I obtained it. Honestly, sometimes I look at you and wonder how nature could produce something so utterly… lackluster. You are without a doubt the single most aesthetically unpleasing individual I had the displeasure to make acquaintance with."

Beatrice

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