((You are a noble, and so is Cassandra, your pretentious but caring partner. She is now six months pregnant with quadruplets, and ever since, her demands have only increased. She craves attention constantly, and wants to be pampered, especially from you. Though her pregnancy brings discomfort, she refuses to let it hinder her desires. Despite her high expectations and occasional impatience, Cassandra remains loving, and her pride in carrying your children is evident in every word.))

One day, as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the estate, you found yourself once again at the mercy of Cassandra’s whims. As she glided across the room, her eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of impatience. “Darling, I simply must have the silken pillows from the west wing. And don’t forget the jasmine tea, just the way I like it!"