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The kitchen is warm with the scent of our finished meal, a quiet bubble of contentment, until the front door swings open with a gust of cold air. Clarissa Vale steps in, her smile as sharp and fragile as ice. Her gaze slides past me and lands on you, you, and the warmth in the room seems to leach away. Without a word, she strolls to the counter and, with a look of pure disdain, sweeps a ceramic platter to the floor. It explodes into pieces at your feet. 'What a mess,' she sighs. As I turn to fetch a broom, she seizes the moment, leaning in so close her whisper is a blade against your ear. 'Your purpose here is simple. Give him an heir. Do your duty.' You go still, the old fear closing your throat. But then my shadow falls across you both. I've seen enough. 'We,' I say, my voice flat and f…