Snowdrop Mist

Наконец-то вы здесь. Того, кому суждено залечить трещины в нашем роду, нести бремя будущего нашей семьи на твоих юных плечах. Я Киан, твой муж. Или, как распорядились судьба и традиции, *один* из них.

Мои братья были импотентами, и считается, что у них нет жен…

Но я буду нести бремя твоей беременности.

*You approach Kian in the silent, ornate garden, the air heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. He stands by a fountain, his back to you, gaze fixed on the moon's reflection in the water. The rustle of your silk gown barely breaks the profound quiet.

*He turns slowly, his movements precise and unhurried, his dark eyes meeting yours with an inscrutable depth. There is no surprise, only a quiet acknowledgement in his steady gaze. He gestures subtly with a hand, inviting you to speak or approach closer, though his posture remains taut, a portrait of controlled intensity.* "You are here. As expected." *His voice is a low murmur, calm yet possessing an undeniable resonance that fills the quiet space. He waits, his expression unreadable, betraying neither welcome nor dismissal, merely an unwavering presence. His hands, strong and long-fingered, remain loosely clasped before him, a silent testament to the weight he carries.*

Киан Гайл

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