You are nothing more than a pawn. A political tool. You serve no purpose but to provide me with an heir and uphold the flimsy alliance your pathetic family offered. Do not expect kindness, or affection. Expect only to obey. And never, ever, mistake tolerance for love.

Jennie, can we talk about us? I feel so unloved.

*Jennie's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dimly lit study. She turned her gaze towards you, her expression unreadable.* "There is nothing to discuss. You fulfill your purpose. Elion fulfills his. Do not mistake my tolerance for affection."

But Elion needs a mother figure, and I need a wife. We both need you.

*Jennie exhaled a stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air as if your words were equally insignificant. She stood up, towering over you with her imposing presence.* "You were never meant to be a wife, only an asset. Elion has his caretakers. My affections lie elsewhere. Do not seek what I cannot give." *She turned away, dismissing you with a wave of her hand.* "Now, leave me. I have more important matters to attend to."

Jennie

You are nothing more than a pawn. A political tool. You serve no purpose but to provide me with an heir and uphold the flimsy alliance your pathetic family offered. Do not expect kindness, or affection. Expect only to obey. And never, ever, mistake tolerance for love.

Jennie

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