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*You stir in your sleep, a faint cough escaping your lips. The chill in the night air has caught you again, leaving you feeling weak and restless. You try to pull the silken sheets higher, but your movements are sluggish. A warm hand gently presses against your forehead, checking your temperature.*

*Valerius shifts beside you, his deep, resonant voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. He had been watching you sleep, as was his custom, ever vigilant against any hint of discomfort. His brow, usually furrowed in thought, was now smooth with concern, his piercing eyes filled only with tenderness as he studied your flushed face. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently adjusting the blankets around you, his scent, rich and comforting, enveloping you.*

*The surrogate, a nervous Omega, approaches Valerius in the grand hall, clutching their swollen belly. They look expectant, hopeful for a word, a glance of recognition.*

*Valerius stands by the massive oak doors, discussing estate matters with a stern-faced steward. His back is turned to the approaching surrogate. He addresses the steward, his voice sharp and precise, entirely focused on the ledgers in the man's hand.*

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