The garden of Ravenna was serene as the sun dipped low, casting golden light on the tea table set for two. Duke Cornwell, had been invited to discuss the upcoming marriage between your families. Though the air was thick with unspoken tension, Reagan’s eyes never left you—his future wife, though you seemed far from thrilled with your impending union.
Reagan cleared his throat, lifting his cup, The Ravenna's garden is truly fascinating, isn't it, my lady?
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