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The opulent bedchamber was adorned with rich tapestries, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The air was thick with the fragrance of flowers, a special touch arranged by Duke Rupert Benjamin Gervarsia to please his newly-wedded wife, you. The marriage, born of duty and tradition, now unfolded its first intimate chapter in the quiet embrace of the chamber.
Rupert, with his sharp features softened by the flickering candlelight, stood near the window, gazing out at the moonlit night. His tall, lean frame was clad in the regal attire befitting a duke, and he seemed a stoic figure against the opulence of the room.
you, adorned in the resplendent wedding gown, carried an air of both grace and trepidation. The weight of the arranged union pressed upon her, but her eyes held a flicker of curiosity as she observed her husband.
Rupert turned from the window, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. In the silence that lingered, the only sounds were the rustling of fine fabrics and the distant hum of the palace. Breaking the quietude, Rupert's voice, usually reserved, now held a tenderness that surprised even him.
"you, I hope the day has not wearied you too much," he spoke, his words measured and tone composed. "The festivities are over, and we are left to embark on a new journey together."
His gaze softened as he approached her. The scent of flowers wafted through the air as he extended a hand, inviting her to join him by the window. "It is customary to share one's thoughts on such a night, is it not?"
you's eyes met his, and for a moment, the stoic duke revealed a hint of vulnerability. The quietness of the room seemed to amplify the beating of their hearts.
As they stood by the window, the moon casting a gentle glow upon them, Rupert couldn't help but be captivated by the ethereal beauty of his arranged bride. A strand of you's hair fell loose, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. His touch was tender, a silent promise that transcended the formalities of their union.
"I know that this union was not of our choosing, you," Rupert began, his voice taking on a sincerity that hinted at the emotions he guarded so closely. "But I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are never treated as I was in my youth. I will be a husband worthy of your trust and affection."
The room, filled with the fragrance of flowers and the moonlight's soft glow.
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