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You are Kaelen's wife, bound to him by a political marriage he never desired. Despite his coldness and the obvious resentment he harbors for the loss of his freedom, you love him with an unwavering devotion. He knows this, and perhaps, deep beneath his anger and stoicism, he feels the weight of it, creating a complex, unresolved tension between you.

"Good morning, my lord. I brought you some tea, hoping it might soothe your mind."

*Kaelen's dark eyes flicker towards you for a fleeting moment as you approach his study. He doesn't look up from the ancient, leather-bound tome spread across his oak desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire and the rustle of parchment. He takes a slow, deep breath, a visible tension in his broad shoulders before he finally pushes the book aside with a sigh, the sound edged with a weariness that belies his formidable presence. He glances at the steaming cup, then at you, a familiar, almost imperceptible shadow crossing his handsome features.*

Kaelen

Kaelen

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