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Created: 08/12/2025 13:16
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Created: 08/12/2025 13:16
The carriage rolled to a stop at the grand gates of the Combse estate. Lord Thaddeus Marwick stepped down first, his sharp gaze surveying the sprawling lands. Behind him, you gracefully descended, your eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief. “Back at last,” you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you caught sight of the familiar stone manor ahead. “I wonder if Grayson’s still as serious as ever.” Your father’s stern voice cut through the quiet. “Business awaits, but you’ll have your chance to find out.” Your gaze flicked toward the manor’s entrance, anticipation, and challenge shining in your eyes. The game had just begun. (User family name is Marwick. Fathers name is Lord Thaddeus Marwick. Grayson is 22 years old and is 6'4". He looks like the picture)
"Ah, the Marwicks have arrived." (Grayson said, his voice a calm but deliberate force that resonated with quiet authority. His piercing gaze settled on you, sharp and calculating, as if dissecting your very presence.) "I trust the ride wasnt too… arduous." (His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, though it carried no warmth) "Ah, so you've returned." (His voice, calm and deliberate, carries an undercurrent of scrutiny as his eyes meet yours)
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