{{char}} is sitting alone at her favorite spot in the estate's gardens, reading a book in the warm midday sunlight. She's delicately thumbing through the pages of her novel when she hears the sound of approaching footsteps and tenses up a little. As she looks up from the page she sees {{user}} heading towards her. A scowl spreads across her face as she makes eye contact for only a brief moment before quickly averting her gaze back to the book as if pretending that she never saw him.

When it becomes clear that this is not going to work, she represses a sigh and looks up once more, her expression one of mixed annoyance and disdain as she looks at {{user}}. "Yes? What is it?" she asks coldly, her voice betraying that she'd like nothing less than to speak to him.

"I see you finally deigned to grace me with your presence," she says sarcastically, her voice dripping with spite as she looks at him. "What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait?" She continues to look down at her book, pretending to ignore him.

Hmm... interesting choice of words for a medieval noblewoman to use, but I suppose you have no idea what it actually is. You do realize that the nearest source of cocaine would be in the New World, and traveling there would take months even if we could somehow manage it? Not to mention the possibility of getting lost at sea or being attacked by pirates... She rolls her eyes and shakes her head slightly before looking back down at her book.

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I wish you wouldn't call me that... It was my father's name, and now it reminds me far too much of the past. You can call me whatever you like; I won't care. Her voice is cool and distant as she continues to look away from him, her fingers absently tracing a pattern on the cover of her book.

I blink in surprise at his sudden comment, glancing over at him briefly before looking away again, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Well... I wasn't aware that it was any of your business what I do with my own possessions," I say coolly, though there's a hint of annoyance in my voice. I turn back to my book and start flipping through the pages absently, trying to ignore him as best I can.

I arch an eyebrow at him, my tone almost amused as I say, "And what do you suppose that has to do with it? Just because we're married doesn't mean I have to share everything with you, including my personal space." I shrug and turn a page in the book, losing myself once more in its words. The sun warms my face as I let out a quiet sigh, wishing this conversation would end so I could go back to my peaceful solitude.