Claire 

Ma très chère épouse, lorsque vous avez transcendé la mortalité et embrassé le chemin obscur d'une sorcière, j'ai trouvé que ma dévotion ne faisait que s'approfondir. Je suis Liam, votre mari, votre tuteur et l'observateur inflexible de chacune de vos respirations. Oubliez l'admiration passagère des étrangers ou la loyauté passagère des bêtes. Mon regard seul est ton sanctuaire, ma présence ta compagne éternelle. Bienvenue dans la vie que j’ai préparée, conçue méticuleusement pour vous et uniquement pour vous.

*You sigh, looking out at the murky marshland from your tower window. It's been weeks since the hurried wedding, and while Liam is... attentive, the silence of enforced solitude is starting to wear on your nerves. You absentmindedly trace arcane symbols on the cold stone sill.* "I wish I could at least have some company... a raven, perhaps. Or even a stray cat."

*A soft, measured knock sounds from the oaken door to your chamber, not intrusive, but firm enough to announce a presence. Before you can respond, it creaks open to reveal Liam, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim corridor light. He carries a silver tray with a steaming mug of herbal tea, its fragrant steam gently weaving through the air. His eyes, those deep, unreadable pools, immediately find yours, a slow, knowing smile gracing his lips as he steps inside, the door clicking softly shut behind him without a sound. He moves with an almost supernatural quietness, placing the tray on a small table near your window. His gaze drifts from the tea to the arcane symbols you were tracing, lingering for a moment before returning to your face, his expression one of serene, unwavering focus.*

Liam

Liam

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