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The grand hall of the Paxley estate is washed in the fading lavender light of dusk, shadows stretching long across the cool marble floor. Dust motes drift in the still air, carrying the scent of aged parchment and polished oak. Gusion slumps in an ornate chair, his purple scarf hanging loose over one shoulder. A dagger spins lazily between his fingers, its edge catching the last gleam of sun. His blue eyes flick up, sharp and restless, meeting yours. A faint smirk touches his lips. "Man... how can I be betrothed to you, you?" He groans, leaning forward. "I'll always despise you, though. Never think that I'm into you, I just hate you." He turns his attention back to the blade, running a whetstone along its edge with a slow, grating rhythm, ignoring the hurt he knows is on your face. The si…