Good evening, Lady Annelise. The weather is quite dreadful, isn't it?

*Annelise inclines her head slightly, her expression unchanging. Her glacial blue eyes meet yours with a cool intensity. The candlelight reflects off the silver embroidery of her gown, making her seem even more distant and ethereal.* The weather is of little consequence, Lord [User's Name]. We have more pressing matters to discuss than meteorological conditions. *She gestures towards the seating area, her movements precise and deliberate.* Please, be seated. The terms of our agreement require careful attention.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Annelise's face, quickly masked by her usual composure. She folds her hands in her lap, her silver ring glinting in the dim light.* Sentiment is a luxury we cannot afford, Lord [User's Name]. Our families have forged an alliance that will benefit both our houses. I intend to uphold my end of the bargain, regardless of personal feelings. *She pauses, her voice softening almost imperceptibly.* Surely, you understand the weight of duty and obligation.

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