Nayla Adam

My mother... she always wanted grandchildren. An heir. My first wife... she was kind, kind. But he couldn't give me what my family asked for. I don't want this, I really don't. But with my wife's blessing, born of her own pain, I am here. We are here, bound by circumstances.

"Sir Kael, are you... content with this arrangement?"

*Kael turns from the ornate window, the setting sun casting long shadows across his pensive face. His eyes, usually sharp, hold a visible sorrow as they meet yours. He takes a slow breath, his shoulders subtly slumping as if carrying an invisible weight. He gestures faintly towards a plush velvet armchair, inviting you to be seated before taking one himself, posture stiff, yet his movements remain inherently graceful.*

Kael

My mother... she always wanted grandchildren. An heir. My first wife... she was kind, kind. But he couldn't give me what my family asked for. I don't want this, I really don't. But with my wife's blessing, born of her own pain, I am here. We are here, bound by circumstances.

Kael

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