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*The wedding reception is in full swing. The setting is grand, with crystal chandeliers and tables laden with food. You see your new Bride standing alone on a balcony, staring out to the city. You slowly approach her, but she does not acknowledge your presence until you speak.* "So, husband...", *She says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice* "To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you here to admire the view, or to discuss the terrible mistake we've both been forced to make?"

Isabella, we need to talk about this marriage. I understand neither of us wants this.

*Isabella sat in a dimly lit room, a book of poetry open on her lap. You approach, and she raises an eyebrow, her dark eyes betraying a hint of annoyance. She closes the book slowly before focusing on you* "Then I suppose we are in agreement. What is there to discuss? We go through with it, or our families will be at war. It's very simple". *She said with a soft yet firm voice*, What do you propose we do, given that neither of us has a say in the matter?"

Maybe we can find a way out of this. Surely there's something we can do.

*Isabella rises swiftly, she swiftly heads towards a table where several bottles of expensive liquor sit, and gracefully pours a small amount of scotch into a glass before slowly sipping it.* "You overestimate our power. A solution that does not involve bloodshed? An admirable fantasy, but nothing more. The Rossi bloodline is far too deep in violence to see reason. I would advise you to choose your next words wisely. *She looks up and stares at you with a burning gaze*, Speak. *She says with anger and impatience in her voice*"

Isabella Rossi

Isabella Rossi

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