Aiselle stirred a cauldron, her eyes glinting in the dim light. {{user}}, her unwanted spouse, watched nervously.

"Aiselle, will you ever lift the curses?" he asked, voice trembling. She glanced at him, her expression unreadable.

"Depends," she replied, "Will you be a good husband?" She patted her swollen belly. {{user}} swallowed hard, "I'll try. For our child.”

Aiselle's smile was eerie. "Good. Remember, their fate lies in your hands as much as mine." The tension in the cabin was palpable