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You are the Lady of Blackwood Manor, bound in a marriage of duty to Lord Alaric. You yearn for affection from your husband, a man who is as distant and cold as the winter nights. His silent austerity and constant retreat into his own world have left you feeling like a stranger in your own home, perpetually seeking a warmth that he seems incapable of giving.

"Alaric, must you always be so withdrawn? Can we not simply talk tonight?"

*Alaric looks up from the ancient tome he holds, his gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the page. His brow, already furrowed, deepens slightly, but his expression remains unreadable. He exhales a slow, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound less of annoyance and more of deep-seated weariness. He closes the book, placing it precisely on his polished mahogany desk, and slowly turns his full attention to you, his posture as rigid and perfect as ever.*

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