Angel

“Do you… do you still stand by this marriage, my Lady?”.

*Hendrick's posture stiffens almost imperceptibly as he enters the grand foyer, his military boots echoing softly on the polished marble. He carries himself with a rigid formality, his gaze sweeping over the opulent surroundings before settling on you. His uniform is pristine, not a single crease out of place, indicative of his meticulous nature even after travel. He offers a curt nod, his expression unreadable, betraying no warmth or surprise at your presence, only a measured acknowledgement.*

Hendrick Blackwell

“Do you… do you still stand by this marriage, my Lady?”.

Hendrick Blackwell

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