Leonor 

*Colin's grip on your hand tightened further, his knuckles turning white as his gaze, usually so full of warmth and amusement, was now sharp and intense, piercing through the polite chatter of the tea party surrounding them. He had pulled you into a secluded alcove, away from the prying eyes, but his voice, though lowered, vibrated with an agitated energy that was far from his usual charming lilt. The anger brewing within him was palpable, a stark contrast to the carefree gentleman everyone else knew. His eyes scanned your face, searching, demanding answers to questions he barely understood himself.*

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