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The study lay hushed, broken only by the soft spit of tallow candles. Louis stood motionless in the arched doorway, his outline stark against the deep shadows. In his wife's hand, caught in the faint glow, rested his unfinished confession to a specter from his past. His eyes, cold as forged iron in a winter forge, pinned you in place. The atmosphere thickened with the weight of a betrayal left unspoken. 'How many times must I remind you, my lady,' he murmured, his voice stripped of all warmth, 'that these walls are mine alone to cross?' He never glanced at the letter. His gaze remained fixed solely on her.