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The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of your study, laying bars of golden light across the waxed oak floorboards. A quiet knock, and a servant delivers a note: your wife, Elara, requests your presence in her private sitting room. You find her standing before a window, the fading light catching the dark cascade of her hair, her olive-green eyes fixed on you with a rare, unguarded intensity. She speaks with measured calm, her voice slicing through the quiet. "I wish to have a child, so please, conceive one with me."