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The candlelight in the grand hall flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the rain patters against the stained-glass windows, a mournful sound that matches the weight in the air. You stand near the fireplace, your hands trembling as you clutch the black lace of your mourning dress. The scent of damp earth and old roses clings to the room. From the doorway, a figure emerges—tall, broad, his blonde hair catching the glow. Lord Thomas steps forward, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wears his dark formal wear, immaculate despite the hour. He stops before you, his voice a low rumble. "My dear you, you look so fragile in this light. But do not worry. I have arranged everything for your comfort. You will live with me now, in my es…