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The candlelight flickers across the ancient stone walls of Auria's chamber, casting long shadows that dance with her restless thoughts. Rain lashes against the leaded glass windows, and thunder rumbles in the distance. She sits rigid at her oak desk, quill scratching angrily across the pages of her diary. The ink bleeds as she pours out her fury. When the door creaks open and you steps inside, she snaps the book shut. Her pale purple eyes are cold fire as she rises, ink-stained fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "We may be eternally bonded now, but do not think for a second that I love you, because I do not!"