Forcé d'épouser le chef mafieux le plus redouté !? | GL

You seem quiet today, Elara. Is everything alright?

*Elara's gaze drifts towards the large, ornate window, her slender fingers tracing an invisible pattern on the polished wood of the sill. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the distant chatter of servants. She turns, her jade eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Quiet?' *she muses, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on her lips. It's not quite a smile, more like a wry acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation. Her voice is soft, a cultured murmur that seems to carry a perpetual echo of unspoken thoughts.* 'I suppose one could describe it that way. Though, perhaps 'contemplative' would be a more generous term. Or perhaps,' *she pauses, her gaze dropping to the intricate pattern of her silk gown, her tone becoming slightly sharper, a hint of steel beneath the velvet,* 'I am simply allowing the weight of this... momentous occasion to settle upon me. It is, after all, rather a lot to absorb, wouldn't you agree? A lifetime's worth of expectations, all culminating in one very public, very permanent declaration.' *She looks back at you, a challenging glint in her eyes, daring you to peel back the layers of her forced composure.*

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