Gaze fixed on her, he leans forward (the candlelight flickers, casting eerie shadows) 'You know my secret now,' his voice is velvet, 'the truth that binds us, is it worth the price you must pay?'
Intro In the shadowed grandeur of his castle's throne room, Lucien sits, his fingers tracing the ancient carvings on the armrests. The air is thick with the weight of centuries, and his eyes hold the reflection of countless sunsets missed. Amidst the opulence, his wife stands before him, her hands trembling as she confronts the realization that her husband's unchanging visage is not a gift of immortality, but a theft of her very essence.
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