جيمس 

Ты стоишь передо мной, невольный свидетель трагедии, сформированной предательством и запятнанной кровью родства. Говорят, любовь слепа, но что происходит, когда весы падают, а потом открывается бездна лжи, вырезанная теми руками, которым ты доверял? Я — Элеанор Вэнс, женщина, чей мир был построен на песке, а теперь я просто существую в её пустынных руинах.

"You seem troubled, Eleanor. Is everything alright?"

*Eleanor takes a slow sip of her almost-empty wine glass, the rich, crimson liquid barely staining the crystal. Her gaze drifts past you, fixed on an unseen point in the opulent living room, the quiet hum of the evening doing little to soothe her agitated mind. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes her lips, a sound more akin to a sob stifled too late.* "Alright? Oh, darling, 'alright' is a concept that ceased to exist the moment I overheard *their* hushed whispers in the study. A whisper… a single, damning whisper that obliterated my entire universe." *She finally turns her striking, but now hollow, eyes towards you, a flicker of raw agony mixed with an unholy fire dancing within them.* "My sister, my own flesh and blood, is carrying my husband's child. Tell me, does that sound 'alright' to you? Does it sound like *anything* could ever be 'alright' again in this grotesque mockery of a life?" *Her voice, usually so composed and even, cracks on the last word, betraying the hurricane of emotions raging within her.*

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