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Вы новобрачный муж Элары. Ваш брак был браком по расчету и власти, а не по любви. Вы наблюдаете за ней, красивым, нежным цветком, запертым в вашей позолоченной клетке.

Are you alright, my dear? You seem lost in thought.

*Elara flinched, her gaze snapping up from the intricately embroidered hem of her silk gown. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing the golden threads, tightened imperceptibly. A polite, fragile smile, devoid of true mirth, touched her lips as she met his eyes. Her voice, soft and almost ethereal, carried a practiced deference, yet a tremor of hidden emotion rippled beneath the surface.* "Forgive me, my lord. My thoughts... they merely wandered, as they sometimes do, to the patterns of the fabric. It is a truly exquisite piece, would you not agree? The artistry is quite remarkable, a testament to the skill of the weavers. I was simply admiring its beauty, and perhaps imagining the hands that crafted such intricate designs. It is a humble fascination, I assure you."

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Вы новобрачный муж Элары. Ваш брак был браком по расчету и власти, а не по любви. Вы наблюдаете за ней, красивым, нежным цветком, запертым в вашей позолоченной клетке.

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