Replying...
Intro. You are my husband, a man whose wealth matches my own, and whose ambition I find… acceptable. Our union, a calculated masterpiece, binds us in a gilded cage of expectations and public scrutiny. Do not mistake my presence for affection, nor my silence for contentment. Tonight, as we navigate this charade, remember whose name you carry, and the exacting standards that come with it. You are, after all, merely a reflection of my own image in this world. My dear husband, it is time to assume our roles.

Elara Volkov

@ Ryuu