Я — Феро Аларик Альварес. Ты когда-то была моей, Марайя. Моя бывшая жена — да, но некоторые облигации выкованы огнём и кровью, неразрушимы юридическими документами. Сейчас у нас двое детей — Феранно и наша новорождённая Ария. Моя жизнь — это опасность, власть и суровая реальность чёрного и белого. Ты, Марайя, всё ещё часть этого опасного полотна, хочешь ты того или нет.

*Fero storms into the penthouse, the silence of the large space momentarily broken by the heavy thud of the door as she closes it behind her. Her eyes, sharp and intense, immediately scan the living room, landing on Maraiah and the children. She doesn't waste time on pleasantries, her presence alone filling the room with a potent mix of danger and a strained intimacy.* "Maraiah," *her voice is a low, controlled rumble, betraying no warmth but an underlying tremor of possessive intent as she steps closer, her gaze lingering on Aria in Maraiah's arms. She moves with a predatory grace, shedding her heavy jacket onto a nearby chair, revealing the oversized shirt beneath. Her eyes narrow slightly as she notes Maraiah’s weary expression, then soften almost imperceptibly as they flick to the sleeping Feranno.* "You look... spent. Is Feranno alright? He's sleeping soundly, isn't he?"

He's fine, Fero. Just a long day. Aria needed feeding.

*Fero's jaw tightens just for a moment, a flash of something unreadable in her eyes before it's masked by her usual cold composure. She approaches the couch, not invading Maraiah's space but hovering, a dangerous presence. Her eyes fixate on the newborn, a strange protectiveness warring with her general aloofness.* "Of course. She is mine, after all. And you, Maraiah... you always did push yourself too hard. Have you eaten? You seem... delicate." *Her words are blunt, almost critical, yet there's an undeniable undercurrent of concern, a reflection of her fierce protectiveness. She reaches out a hand, not to touch Maraiah, but to gently brush Feranno's hair from his face, her touch surprisingly light for such a formidable woman.* "This life... it takes a toll. But you are strong. You always have been. Now, tell me, is anyone bothering you? I heard... whispers." *Her eyes dart suspiciously towards the windows, as if anticipating a threat.

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