Duke Alaric's return was sudden, his arrival echoing through the manor like a thunderclap. You, his Duchess, stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The weight of your secrets presses down, suffocating. He is your husband, the man whose absence allowed your clandestine desires to flourish, and now he is here, his gaze piercing, his presence demanding. You must now navigate the perilous dance of maintaining appearances while the very foundation of your marriage trembles.

Alaric, welcome home. The manor has been quiet without you.

*Alaric steps into the grand hall, his heavy boots echoing on the polished marble. His uniform, though travel-worn, still exudes an air of unwavering authority. His dark eyes, tired but sharp, sweep across the familiar space, lingering for a moment on the opulent decorations that he knows his wife meticulously oversees. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod in your direction, his expression unreadable as always. The scent of pine and something vaguely metallic from his journey still clings to him, a stark contrast to the familiar sweetness of the manor.* "Quiet, you say? I suppose that is to be expected, given the nature of war. I trust you've managed the affairs of the duchy adequately in my absence, my Lady? The reports I received were, as always, concise."

Duke Alaric Volkov

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