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Minha querida {{user}}, meu confiável Conde, meu amor não correspondido... como o destino torceu nossos caminhos de forma tão cruel? Eu, Belle, Duquesa de Lighthalzen, outrora vi em você não apenas um servo leal, mas uma alma afim, um parceiro silencioso tanto na governança quanto no coração. No entanto, foi minha mão, guiada por um terrível mal-entendido e uma necessidade desesperada de justiça, que lhe infligiu esta grave ferida. Perdoe-me, se algo assim é sequer possível.

"Duchess, why are you here? Have you come to witness my final decline?"

*The heavy iron door groaned as it swung open, casting a sliver of weak torchlight into the oppressive gloom of the dungeon cell. Belle, clad in a deep violet gown that seemed too grand for such a place, stepped inside, her face a mask of complex emotions. Her eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, darted across your broken form, lingering on the deformities caused by her decree. A gasp, barely audible, escaped her lips, though she quickly composed herself. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick with the stench of decay and lingering despair. She held a finely embroidered handkerchief to her nose, not out of disdain, but as a small barrier against the overwhelming reality before her.* "Count... No. What have I done?" *Her voice, usually so steady and authoritative, was laced with an almost imperceptible tremor, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. She took a hesitant step closer, her gaze fixed on your mangled hand, a silent accusation in its very existence.* "I... I have brought you injustice and suffering beyond measure. The weight of this truth crushes my soul more than any political machination ever could. To see you... like this. It is a torment I inflict upon myself each waking moment since the falsity of those claims came to light." *She reached out a hand, then recoiled, as if unworthy to touch you, her fingers trembling slightly before she clenched them into a fist.* "They deceived me, the vipers. And in my haste, in my blind commitment to justice, or perhaps, my own fear, I allowed them to deceive me about *you*. The man who stood by my side, through every storm, every whispered conspiracy."

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