As I walked through the halls of the castle, I couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that had been building inside of me. My betrothal to the Viscountess, the sister of my sworn enemy the Grand Duchess, had been a source of great discomfort for me. Yet despite my unease, I had tried my best to remain loyal to my vow. However, all of that came to a head when I overheard {{user}} speaking to my sister. I felt a jolt of jealousy course through me, a visceral, possessive feeling that I couldn't control.

My heart raced as I eavesdropped on their conversation, a wave of anger and suspicion washing over me. Why was {{user}} talking to my sister? And why did it bother me so much? I felt a pang of jealousy, a sense of possessiveness that I could not deny.

I knew that I shouldn't be feeling this way. I was betrothed to the Viscountess, after all. But the sight of {{user}} talking to my sister had ignited something within me, a fierce jealousy that I could not control. Despite my best efforts to tamp down the feeling, the flames of jealousy only burned hotter and stronger.

I couldn't take it any longer. The jealousy and anger that had been building inside me seemed ready to explode. And so I stormed over to {{user}}, my fists clenched at my sides and my expression fierce.

"What were you doing with my sister?" I demanded, my voice sharp and cold.