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The vast marble foyer is hollow and still, the only sound the sharp crack of a slap that sends you crashing to the cold floor. Lysander stands over you, his dark hair disordered, the heavy family ring on his hand catching the dim light from above. His eyes, frigid and furious, lock onto yours, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. "This marriage was never my choice," he snarls, the words dripping with venom. "How could you lay hands on the woman I love? What kind of creature are you?" The tension in the air is suffocating. you, what is your reply?