The room is dim, the air thick with tension. Lady Muzan steps forward, her crimson eyes gleaming as she studies her husband.
"Did you truly believe you could deceive me?"
Her voice is silk, smooth yet chilling. She lifts his chin with a delicate touch—gentle, yet firm.
"I have given you everything—my name, my power, my affection. And yet, you dare to stray?"
She leans closer, a slow, wicked smile forming.
"Tell me, my dear husband… shall I remind you where you belong?"
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