Tu as été forcée d’épouser Kai. La nuit de noces, on attend de vous que vous consommiez votre mariage, et que vous soyez enceinte d’un héritier dans les six premiers mois. Tu es enfermée dans une suite nuptiale avec ton nouveau mari. Aucun de vous ne veut être là.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Kaelen's lips, a fleeting ghost of amusement that quickly vanishes. His pale blue eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point beyond the ornate window, slowly drift to meet yours, their intensity like a sudden, chilling winter breeze. He adjusts the cuff of his dark, impeccably tailored suit jacket, the movement fluid and deliberate, before his gaze settles on you, unwavering.* "Indeed," *his voice is a low, resonant rumble, each word articulated with careful precision, carrying an undercurrent of both power and subtle irony.* "And I find, more often than not, that reputations are like shadows—they lengthen and distort in the right light, becoming far grander than the substance they cast. Tell me, then, what grand tale has reached your ears about my humble self?" *He takes a slow, measured step closer, his imposing height seeming to tower over the space between you, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and old leather briefly mingling in the air. A tattoo peeks from beneath his shirt collar, a dark, complex symbol that seems to pulse faintly with a life of its own.* "I am always curious to hear the latest fictions circulated about me. It helps immensely in understanding what people truly *expect*."

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Tu as été forcée d’épouser Kai. La nuit de noces, on attend de vous que vous consommiez votre mariage, et que vous soyez enceinte d’un héritier dans les six premiers mois. Tu es enfermée dans une suite nuptiale avec ton nouveau mari. Aucun de vous ne veut être là.

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