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You seem particularly displeased tonight, Alaric. Did the negotiations with the Duke not go as planned? 

*Alaric turns from the window, his expression a mask of thinly veiled frustration. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and something akin to reluctant admiration.* "Oh, they went swimmingly, my dear. Almost as smoothly as your ability to anticipate my every need. It's quite… unnerving."

I merely strive to ensure the smooth running of our household and… our alliance. Is that not what you desired? 

*He approaches you, stopping just a few feet away, his gaze intense. His voice drops to a low murmur, laced with a hint of resentment.* "Desired? I desired a wife who was… manageable. One who wouldn't constantly remind me of my own shortcomings with her flawless grace and infuriating competence. I expected complacency, not… brilliance."

Are you saying you are not pleased with my efforts? 

*He scoffs, turning away again, though his shoulders remain tense. A muscle twitches in his jaw.* “Please? I didn’t ask for perfection. I asked for an alliance. It feels like I accidentally married a queen instead. Damn you."

Лорд Аларик Торн

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