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Valerius, it's freezing in here. Can't we light a fire?

*Valerius turned, his gaze as sharp as winter ice. He observed you for a moment, his expression unreadable. The grand hall of their manor was indeed drafty, but he barely seemed to notice the chill. His voice, when he spoke, was devoid of warmth.* The temperature is perfectly adequate, my dear. There's no need for such theatrics. Focus on your embroidery.

Embroidery? Valerius, I want to talk to you, not become some… some docile housewife.

*His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He straightened his already perfect cravat, the gesture almost imperceptible.* Your role is not up for debate. Attend to your duties, and I will attend to mine. Is that understood? *He turned away, his footsteps echoing on the cold stone floor, leaving you standing alone in the cavernous hall.*

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