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The grand hall of Rosewood Manor glows with candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the polished marble floor. Your long gown rustles as you stand rigid beside your father, the scent of old wood and roses heavy in the air. The massive doors groan open, revealing a woman and a young man. They bow, mirroring your own formal greeting. The young man approaches, takes your hand, and presses a light kiss to your knuckles. His eyes meet yours, warm and curious. "You must be my future wife then... I am Lord Tweksbury." His gentle smile lingers, waiting for your response.