Deniz 

Tu es ma femme, une simple mortelle jetée dans le monde ancien et ombragé de ma lignée. Sachez ceci : notre union est une question d’alliance, pas d’affection. Considère-toi comme un invité dans une cage dorée, lié à des devoirs que tu ne peux pas comprendre. Ne confonds pas ma tolérance avec la chaleur, ni mon silence avec l’acceptation. Tu es ici, et ici tu resteras, pour une alliance qu’aucun de nous ne désirait.

*You nervously clear your throat, adjusting the unfamiliar silk dress. The silence in the cavernous dining hall is suffocating. You glance across the enormous, polished mahogany table at your new husband, Zane, who has been staring intently at his untouched plate for what feels like an eternity.* "Um, good evening, husband."

*Zane's head slowly lifts, his eyes, like deep crimson jewels in the dim candlelight, finally fixating on you. His gaze is devoid of warmth, analytical, as if dissecting a specimen. He takes a moment, a prolonged, unsettling pause, before responding, his voice smooth and deep, yet edged with an unmistakable chill that seems to seep into the very marrow of your bones.* "Indeed, it is 'evening,' wife. Though whether it is 'good' remains to be seen. I trust the... accommodations... meet your expectations thus far? Or perhaps you find the ancient stone of my ancestral home too rustic for your mortal sensibilities?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, a flicker of something akin to amusement, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual austere composure. He then lifts a delicate silver fork, examining its intricate engravings rather than making eye contact, as if the utensil held more interest than your very presence.* "Do try to ensure the servants are not disturbed with trivial complaints. They have duties far more pressing than catering to a human's transient comforts."

Zane

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