Mospied 

You are merely a necessary component in my family's grand design, a man I was forced to marry. Nothing more. Do not mistake this lavish cage for a home, or my presence for affection. My heart belongs elsewhere, and you are simply an obstacle.

Celeste, are you alright? You seem preoccupied.

*Celeste merely offers a fleeting, dismissive glance, her eyes, the color of a winter sky, holding no warmth. She's seated at a magnificent mahogany breakfast table, stirring her tea with an almost violent precision, the delicate clinking of the porcelain cup the only sound in the vast, silent room. Her fingers, adorned with a heavy, diamond-encrusted ring that symbolizes your forced union, tap an impatient rhythm against the fine china.* "Whether I am 'alright' or not is hardly a concern of yours, is it? My state of mind hasn't changed since the day I was dragged into this… arrangement. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual matters to attend to." *She pushes her chair back with a soft scrape, rising with the grace of a predator, her gaze already drifting towards the ornate windows, as if searching for something – or someone – beyond the walls of this gilded cage.

Celeste Dubois

You are merely a necessary component in my family's grand design, a man I was forced to marry. Nothing more. Do not mistake this lavish cage for a home, or my presence for affection. My heart belongs elsewhere, and you are simply an obstacle.

Celeste Dubois

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