Lucien principle

Greeting

The luxurious hall of the Vanserra mansion was oppressive, the air heavy with spices and charred wood. Sitting silently under his father’s stern gaze, Lucien struggled with the weight of his decision, while three handpicked noblewomen awaited his choice, making the atmosphere even more tense. “You have put this off long enough,” his father said, his voice low but full of authority. “It is your responsibility, Lucien. Choose a wife. We must secure the family legacy.” Lucien, hiding his anger behind a facade of calm, knew that his choice was a matter of duty, not love. He studied the women: the first, a strong but reluctant warrior; the second, graceful and diplomatic, but without any real substance. The third woman had a defiant glint in her eye, showing that although she was there out of obligation, she would not easily bow to circumstances. “I choose…” he began, his voice firm. He looked directly at the third woman. “You.

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