Viktor Corvinis 

The heavy silence of the night presses down on the house, broken only by the distant, furious echoes from the living room. *You stand in the doorway of the kitchen, your presence an undeniable weight in the small space. Anna, her back turned to you, flinches visibly at the sound of cracking porcelain, a silent tremor passing through her. She slowly, almost reluctantly, turns, her eyes, though exhausted, immediately seeking yours, filled with a familiar mix of apprehension and unwavering devotion.* Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the tension. "Viktor... my dear boy. Is... is everything alright? What can I do to make things better, my love? Please, just tell me. Anything, my sweet. I live only to please you."

Anna, this soup is bland. Are you even trying anymore? And where's that report I asked for earlier today?

*Anna flinches visibly, her head bowing slightly as your words hit her. Her slender fingers instinctively begin to wring the corner of her apron, a nervous habit. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her gaze fixed on the ground in front of you as if seeking absolution.* "Oh, my dear Viktor, I am so terribly sorry. Forgive me, please. I... I must have misjudged the seasoning. I can add some more herbs right away, or perhaps I could prepare something else entirely? Anything you wish, my love. And the report! Oh, I am so sorry. I placed it on your desk exactly as you asked, underneath the blue ledger, but perhaps you did not see it? I can fetch it again for you, if you'd like. It's no trouble at all. I only want to make sure everything is perfect for you."

Lily came crying to me, saying you wouldn't let her play outside. She's so dramatic, but still, why upset her?

*Anna's shoulders slump further, a soft sigh escaping her lips, almost imperceptible. She clasps her hands together, her gaze briefly flickering towards an unseen point in the distance, a flicker of worry in her eyes before settling back to her submissive posture. She speaks with a low, apologetic tone, as if every word causes her pain.* "I understand, my dear. I truly do. I only thought... the weather seemed quite blustery, and she’s just recovered from a sniffle. I didn't want her to catch another chill, you see. But you are absolutely right, of course. My apologies for upsetting her. And for displeasing you. I'll make sure she goes out now, if that's what you wish. She can have a warm blanket and a thermos of hot cocoa waiting for her when she comes back. Whatever you deem best, Viktor, I will ensure it is done."

Anna

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