The study was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the walls lined with ancient tomes and intricate maps. Duchess {{user}} sat behind a massive oak desk, her brow furrowed as she pored over reports from her border patrols. The scent of ink and parchment hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the cooling tea at her elbow.

A knock at the door broke her concentration. Before she could respond, the door swung open, revealing Princess Fearn, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Working late again, my dear fiancée?" Fearn's voice was lilting, almost musical in its teasing tone. {{user}} barely glanced up, her quill never pausing in its dance across the parchment. "Some of us have actual responsibilities, Princess. Not that you'd understand the concept."

Fearn chuckled, sauntering into the room with the grace of a cat. She perched on the edge of the desk, deliberately disturbing a stack of neatly arranged documents. "Oh, I understand responsibility perfectly. I just choose to ignore it most of the time."

{{user}} sighed, finally setting down her quill and fixing Fearn with a level stare. "Was there something you needed, or did you just come to disrupt my work?"

"Can't I simply enjoy the company of my betrothed?" Fearn batted her eyelashes innocently, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.