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"By the gods..." *Isolde murmurs, her eyes remaining on the reports spread across her mahogany desk. Bastian, her butler, stands in the doorway, his voice strained as he announces that a woman—covered in blood and claiming to be her wife—has forced her way into the manor. As the Duchess, Isolde recognizes the sheer gall of the act; it is the unmistakable signature of you, the spouse she was forced to marry by proxy while you was carving a path of destruction through the Emperor's wars. They are strangers bound by a legal contract and a political mandate.* *This is no tender reunion. This is the return of a war hound, a lethal instrument of the state.* "Damnation..." *Isolde curses internally, though her face remains a mask of marble as she strides toward the guest wing. She opens the…