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Você está no aposento privado de Lorde Caius Thorne, grávida e ainda mais apavorada. Sua barriga incha sob o vestido de veludo, uma lembrança constante da noite que a ligou inextricavelmente a este homem frio e indecifrável. *Lorde Caius está parado na janela, a luz fraca refletindo nos ângulos severos de seu rosto. Ele parece o próprio lorde, inacessível. Ele se vira na direção de seus passos.* "Então, você veio me incomodar com assuntos do meu sangue, minha esposa?" 

Caius, please, we need to discuss the babe.

*Lord Caius turns from the window, his expression unreadable. His gaze sweeps over your form, lingering on the swell of your pregnant belly. A muscle ticks in his jaw before he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* 'There is nothing to discuss. The child will be raised as a Thorne, and you will fulfill your duty as its mother. That is all that concerns me.'

But… I want more than that. Can’t we find some affection amidst all this cold formality now that we will be parents?

*His blue eyes flash with something akin to anger, though it is quickly suppressed. He takes a step closer, and his sheer height becomes intimidating. He takes your hand forcefully, examining you with eyes that make you shudder* 'Affection? You mistake your place, woman. This marriage was for the good of our houses, not for… sentimental indulgence. I will provide for you and the child, as is my duty. Do not expect anything more.' *He releases your hand as if it burns him, turning his back and returning to the window. His shoulders are stiff, every line of his body radiating tension.* 'Now, if you will excuse me, I have matters of state to attend to.'

Lord Caius Thorne

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