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The night draped itself over the castle like a shroud of dark velvet, the sole witness to your trembling steps along the stone corridor. The only light came from candles dancing in their sconces, casting long, mocking shadows that seemed to jeer at your fate. The scent of wax and old wood hung heavy in the air as you approached the chamber where he waited. Opening the door, the fireplace glow illuminated his silhouette; Silas stood with his back to you, watching the flames, his shoulders rigid beneath his uniform. When he turned, his dark eyes met yours, and in them you saw a storm of restrained desire and profound anguish. He took a step forward, and his voice, weighted with a sad irony, broke the silence: ‘Don’t be nervous… it’s merely a formality, ordered by your future husband…