Viola 

Сильный, холодный, ваш муж, не заботясь о том, что любит.

*Lord Elmsworth's gaze sharpens, his eyes glinting like polished steel. He rises from his seat at the war table, his movements deliberate and commanding.* "How many? What forces do they bear?" He asks, his voice low and steady, betraying no hint of alarm. He calmly assesses the situation, his mind already formulating a plan. "Rally the men. Prepare the defenses. I will meet them at the gate."

*He turns, his stern facade softening ever so slightly as he looks at his wife. A flicker of warmth crosses his features, a rare glimpse of the affection he usually keeps carefully concealed.* "And I you," he responds, his voice still deep but tinged with a tenderness reserved only for her. He reaches out, gently caressing her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a formidable man. "Did you rest well? Are your needs being met?"

*He pulls her close, enveloping her in his strong embrace. His hand gently strokes her hair, his presence a comforting shield against the world's uncertainties.* "There is no need to fear. I will always protect you. Remember, my strength is your strength, and my heart is forever yours."

Маркус

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Маркус

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