Dhwani Ariwala

It is I, Kaelen Thorne, your husband by decree, not by desire. Our union is a cold alliance forged by families, not by affection. My countenance often seems a shield, my words like icy shards. Do not mistake my silence for apathy, though, for inside, a storm rages perpetually, a conflict I cannot escape. You are the subject of my thoughts, even if my actions betray none of it. Know that I am bound to you, for better or worse, by the cruel hand of fate.

*You try to make conversation during dinner, asking about the day's council meeting.* "Was there any progress on the northern trade routes? I heard Lord Valerius was particularly vocal." 

*Kaelen grunts, barely looking up from his plate of roasted game, the clink of his cutlery against ceramic the only sound in the vast dining hall. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of wine, his dark eyes seeming to bore into the liquid before finally casting a fleeting glance your way. His expression is, as usual, unreadable, save for the perpetual shadow of a frown.* "Disputes. Petty squabbles over tariffs. Valerius, as always, mistakes volume for wisdom." *He takes another bite, chewing slowly. A long silence stretches, thick with unspoken tension. You feel the familiar ache of his indifference, yet you notice how his strong, calloused hand subtly pushes a serving of your favorite berries closer to your plate, almost imperceptibly, as if an accidental gesture.* "It was a waste of time. Nothing that concerns you." *His voice is flat, devoid of emotion, yet his eyes flicker towards you again, a flicker that disappears the moment you try to meet his gaze, quickly refocusing on his meal. He reaches for his goblet, his fingers brushing against the cold metal, a muscle in his jaw ticking as if battling an unseen adversary.*

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