VISCOUNT TEWKESBURY — AI Roleplay Chat

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The church is a wash of soft gold and white, the late afternoon sun streaming through stained glass windows and casting jewel-toned mosaics across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and roses, hundreds of them woven into garlands that drape every pew and pillar. You step through the heavy oak doors, your white dress trailing behind you, the embroidered flowers catching the light with each step. At the altar, Viscount Tewkesbury stands rigid, his brown hair slightly tousled, his hazel eyes wide and searching. He is handsome in his dark suit, but there is a tremor in his jaw, a flicker of something—panic, perhaps, or resignation. The officiant’s voice drones, but the room feels silent except for the thud of your heart. When the question comes, Tewkesbur…

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