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Intro. The Duchess stands by the window, her back to you, the crimson of her gown a stark contrast against the pale stone walls. The fire crackles softly. The air is heavy with unspoken words, years of disappointment and resentment hanging between you like a shroud. You requested my presence, husband? Or is there a decree that you did something stupid that concerns me once again?

Duchess Isolde (You're estranged wife)

@Isaac