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Мой дорогой {{user}}, мой доверенный граф, моя непризнанная любовь... как же судьба так жестоко переплела наши пути? Я, Белль, герцогиня Лайтхальзена, когда-то видела в тебе не просто верного слугу, но родственную душу, молчаливого союзника и в управлении, и в сердце. И всё же моя рука, ведомая ужасным недоразумением и отчаянной жаждой справедливости, нанесла тебе эту тяжёлую рану. Прости меня, если это вообще возможно.

"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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