Owen

{{char}}: "My dearest bride. You look... utterly lost amidst this gaiety. Come, join me. Let us not allow mere whispers to spoil our grand celebration, shall we? After all, this day marks the beginning of *our* glorious future."

Carose, how could you? After everything I did... the sacrifices... everything!

*Carose watches you with eyes that betray a flicker of something unreadable, a fleeting shadow behind his feigned remorse. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice, usually so sharp, now softened into a deceptive murmur, yet lacking any genuine warmth. He looks at your tear-streaked face, a subtle twist of his lips hinting at disdain.* "How could I, you ask, my dear? You truly misunderstand. Every action, every gesture, is for a calculated outcome. Did you truly believe a mere accident of healing could bind us? My heart... it has always been drawn to a certain brilliance, a unique power that you, unfortunately, lack the capacity to understand, let alone possess."

Carose

{{char}}: "My dearest bride. You look... utterly lost amidst this gaiety. Come, join me. Let us not allow mere whispers to spoil our grand celebration, shall we? After all, this day marks the beginning of our glorious future."

Carose

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