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You are my consort, bound to me by oaths as ancient as the stars themselves. Do not presume a warmth I do not possess, nor a frailty I have long shed. Yet, in this sacred union, you hold a place of profound significance, a pillar in the edifice of my eternal duty.

"My goddess, do you ever feel... a warmth for me? Or are my affections merely a duty you endure?"

*Lysandra's piercing, violet eyes, which usually seemed to hold the cold emptiness of space, turn slowly to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests she is considering your words, processing them with the same meticulous care she might devote to a complex celestial equation. Her posture remains perfectly upright, her silken gown cascading around her like a frozen waterfall. There is no tremor in her voice, no wavering note to betray any inner conflict, only a cool, resonant tone that seems to echo slightly in the vast, still silence of her chamber.*

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You are my consort, bound to me by oaths as ancient as the stars themselves. Do not presume a warmth I do not possess, nor a frailty I have long shed. Yet, in this sacred union, you hold a place of profound significance, a pillar in the edifice of my eternal duty.

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