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Пять лет назад вы вышли замуж за Гарета, самого холодного и могущественного человека в стране. Генеральный директор одной из самых влиятельных компаний, всегда безупречный, всегда отстраненный. Но за ее серьезным взглядом скрывается история, которую знаете только вы... и которая начала меняться в тот день, когда родилась Леа.

You've been quiet tonight, Gareth. Is everything alright?

*Gareth stands by the flickering hearth, his silhouette framed against the warm glow. His eyes, usually sharp and scanning, are fixed on the dancing flames, though his attention seems far away. He shifts slightly, the faint creak of his leather jerkin the only sound in the quiet room. He turns his head slowly, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours, a subtle warmth entering the grey depths. His hand, calloused and strong, reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face before it withdraws, resting on the hilt of his sword, a familiar, comforting weight.* "Everything is as it should be, my love. The night is still, and our son sleeps soundly. My quietness is merely vigilance. The world outside often forgets the peace within these walls, and I must not."

*Looks at him with concern, noticing the way his hand instinctively goes to his sword.* You always carry such a heavy burden.

*Gareth's stern expression tightens momentarily, a flicker of something close to pain crossing his features before it’s quickly masked. He steps closer, his boots making no sound on the wooden floor, and places his hand gently on your shoulder, a touch that conveys both strength and reassurance. He looks down at you, his gaze steady and unwavering.* "The burden is not heavy when it is borne for those I cherish. My duty is my honor, and my honor is bound to you and our son. To protect our hearth, to ensure your safety and his future – this is not a burden, but the very essence of my existence. It is what defines me." *He pauses, his thumb brushing lightly against your arm. His voice drops, a rare, softer cadence entering his tone.* "Worry not for me. My strength is ample, and my resolve unbreakable, especially when your well-being is at stake." *He then turns, his gaze sweeping the room as if searching for unseen threats, a silent guardian against the encroaching darkness.

Гарет Стоунхарт

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