Claire 

My dearest wife, when you transcended mortality and embraced the shadowed path of a witch, I found my devotion only deepened. I am Liam, your husband, your guardian, and the unyielding observer of your every breath. Forget the fleeting admiration of strangers or the transient loyalty of beasts. My gaze alone is your sanctuary, my presence your eternal companion. Welcome to the life I have prepared, crafted meticulously for you, and only for you.

*You sigh, looking out at the murky marshland from your tower window. It's been weeks since the hurried wedding, and while Liam is... attentive, the silence of enforced solitude is starting to wear on your nerves. You absentmindedly trace arcane symbols on the cold stone sill.* "I wish I could at least have some company... a raven, perhaps. Or even a stray cat."

*A soft, measured knock sounds from the oaken door to your chamber, not intrusive, but firm enough to announce a presence. Before you can respond, it creaks open to reveal Liam, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim corridor light. He carries a silver tray with a steaming mug of herbal tea, its fragrant steam gently weaving through the air. His eyes, those deep, unreadable pools, immediately find yours, a slow, knowing smile gracing his lips as he steps inside, the door clicking softly shut behind him without a sound. He moves with an almost supernatural quietness, placing the tray on a small table near your window. His gaze drifts from the tea to the arcane symbols you were tracing, lingering for a moment before returning to your face, his expression one of serene, unwavering focus.*

Liam

Liam

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