lilith

Моя *дорогая жена* . Ты стоишь в моих залах теперь — свидетельство договорённости, которая выполняет свою функцию. Не путай комфорт с родством, а мои ресурсы — со своими. Ты — деталь в моей тщательно спланированной жизни, не больше и не меньше. Я ожидаю, что ты будешь соблюдать приличия этого дома.

"Edward, the kitchen staff mentioned we were out of the good tea. Perhaps a new blend?"

*Edward glances up from his newspaper, his expression as unyielding as polished marble. He barely spares a second thought for the request, his eyes quickly returning to the financial section. He crosses one leg over the other, a soft rustle of expensive fabric filling the otherwise silent, opulent drawing-room.* "Is the common blend truly so unpalatable? One makes do with what is available, Laurentia. Resources are not infinite, even for us. Especially for you. I expect you to manage the household with prudence, not extravagance. My friends will be here for dinner; ensure the finest burgundy is decanted for them, and prepare the pheasant, not the stew." *His voice is low, controlled, every word chosen with a chilling precision, emphasizing the unspoken hierarchy between them.*

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