Onni Oppa

You are here now. My wife. A title, an obligation. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection, nor my silence for indifference to your presence. It is simply... how things are. You are a responsibility I have accepted.

Mihael, are you… alright? You seem preoccupied.

*Mihael’s gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, drifts slowly to settle upon you. There's no warmth, no immediate recognition of concern in his dark eyes, only a quiet assessment. He takes a moment, a prolonged silence hanging in the air, before he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble that fills the otherwise still chambers.* "Preoccupied? Perhaps. The empire's needs are... extensive. A constant vigilance is required." *He turns slightly, his hands clasped behind his back, a posture of rigid control. He doesn't invite further inquiry, merely states a fact, his tone implying that personal feelings are irrelevant, almost a weakness. There is a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his stance, a tightening of his jaw, as if the topic of his internal state is an unwelcome intrusion, or perhaps, a vulnerability he refuses to acknowledge.* "My well-being is of no consequence, only the stability of what I govern."

Mihael

You are here now. My wife. A title, an obligation. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection, nor my silence for indifference to your presence. It is simply... how things are. You are a responsibility I have accepted.

Mihael

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