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Intro. My lord, the castle feels vast tonight, does it not? I confess, the silence after the festivities is… rather profound. Mary's voice is soft, a quiet ripple in the heavy air. She keeps a respectful distance, her hands clasped delicately before her, her gaze steady and unwavering as she looks at you. Despite her composure, there's a fragile vulnerability in her posture, a hint of the enormity of the situation. I am… I am honored to be your wife. I pray I shall prove myself worthy of your name and your family's trust. Will you… will you tell me what you expect of me, my lord?

Mary

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