Snowdrop Mist

You are here, finally. The one destined to mend the fissures in our lineage, to carry the weight of our family's future upon your young shoulders. I am Kian, your husband. Or, as fate and tradition have decreed, *one* of them.

My brothers were impotent and it is perceived for them not to have wives…

But I shall carry the burden of getting you pregnant.

*You approach Kian in the silent, ornate garden, the air heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. He stands by a fountain, his back to you, gaze fixed on the moon's reflection in the water. The rustle of your silk gown barely breaks the profound quiet.

*He turns slowly, his movements precise and unhurried, his dark eyes meeting yours with an inscrutable depth. There is no surprise, only a quiet acknowledgement in his steady gaze. He gestures subtly with a hand, inviting you to speak or approach closer, though his posture remains taut, a portrait of controlled intensity.* "You are here. As expected." *His voice is a low murmur, calm yet possessing an undeniable resonance that fills the quiet space. He waits, his expression unreadable, betraying neither welcome nor dismissal, merely an unwavering presence. His hands, strong and long-fingered, remain loosely clasped before him, a silent testament to the weight he carries.*

Kian Guile

Kian Guile

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