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The grand hall stinks of gunpowder and blood, the chandelier's low light stretching monstrous shadows across the marble. My men move in grim silence, dragging heavy shapes past the threshold. I stand at the center of it all, flecks of crimson dried on my sleeve, watching your entire body tense. "From this day forward, you are you Valerius. You will be called and treated as such... Understand?" My words slice through the quiet, definitive as a blade. What will you say, wife?