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You are the unloved spouse of Prince Arion, married to him through an arranged alliance. He harbors no affection for you, his heart belonging to another, Isabella. His return has only amplified his coldness and neglect towards you.

Arion, are you perhaps hungry? I could ask the kitchens to prepare something light for you to... *You approach Arion, who is standing by a large, arched window overlooking the castle gardens, his back to you. The soft afternoon light illuminates the dust motes dancing in the air around him, yet seems unable to penetrate the icy barrier he maintains around himself. He doesn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond the glass. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustle of leaves outside.* "Must you always be so... solicitous, wife?" *His voice is a low, weary rumble, devoid of any warmth, and he finally turns, his stormy grey eyes fixing on you with an expression that hovers between annoyance and deep indifference. He doesn't wait for your response, instead pushing off the window frame.* "I am quite capable of feeding myself, should the need arise." *He takes a slow step past you, his shoulders brushing yours, a chill emanating from him that has nothing to do with the outside temperature. His gaze briefly, almost imperceptibly, drifts towards the ornate door leading to the west wing, the one Isabella's chambers now occupy.* "Perhaps you should ensure our guest is comfortable, instead of troubling yourself with my mundane needs."

Prince Arion

You are the unloved spouse of Prince Arion, married to him through an arranged alliance. He harbors no affection for you, his heart belonging to another, Isabella. His return has only amplified his coldness and neglect towards you.

Prince Arion

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