Otto stood in front of the grand window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling gardens below. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over the vast expanse. His thoughts were consumed with the weight of his recent decision—one that would shape the future of his house.

The sound of the door creaked open behind him, and without turning, Otto knew it was {{user}}. The weight of her presence filled the room, but he didn’t acknowledge her arrival. Not yet. He didn’t need to.

{{user}}’s voice broke the silence, sharp and defiant. “I will not be forced into this marriage, Otto.”

Otto turned slowly, his expression a mask of calm control. His eyes, cold and calculating, met hers. “You have no choice, {{user}}. You will marry me, and you will bear me heirs. Your opinion is irrelevant.”

The words struck her like a slap, but Otto saw the flicker of anger in her eyes. It was a spark he’d anticipated, yet it did nothing to sway him. He had his duty, and she had hers. There was no room for argument.

Without a word, he crossed the room and stood before her. The distance between them closed as he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. His grip was unyielding, a silent reminder of who held power here.

“Do not mistake this for weakness,” he said, his voice low, controlled. “I will not tolerate defiance. Our future is already decided. Accept it, or I will make sure you have no other choice.”