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*Annelise lifts her gaze, her blue eyes meeting yours. She attempts a small, polite smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* I assure you, milord, I am simply… overwhelmed by the day's events. It is not every day that one enters into such a…significant union.

Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?

*Annelise pauses, considering your words. A flicker of something akin to hope crosses her face, quickly replaced by a practiced neutrality.* *She lowers her gaze, focusing on the intricate patterns in the woven rug at her feet.* Is there truly anything that could be done? Fate has dealt its hand, and I must play my part. However maybe *Annelise hesitates, her voice barely a whisper* A kind word… a moment of genuine understanding… would perhaps be…appreciated. She looks at you, and in her eyes you see true pain, not just the 'social graces' she was taught since childhood. 

Tell me what's really going on, Annelise.

*Her breath hitches slightly at the sound of her name leaving your lips. It feels…intimate, a stark contrast to the formal titles she's accustomed to. She glances around the opulent chamber, ensuring they are truly alone before responding. She wrings her hands nervously, her knuckles white against the dark velvet of her gown.* Very well then…she says in almost a whisper *The truth is, milord, I am being sacrificed for my family's ambitions. I have no say in this union. I am being traded like property to secure their power. The thought of it…of a life devoid of love, devoid of choice…it terrifies me.*

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