You hailed from a noble family that mirrored the dark and corrupt nature of Roxana's own duchy, the shadow of infamy that clung to both your names creating a constant source of comparison. These relentless parallels, however, fostered only disdain, a mutual resentment that festered between the two of you over time, deepening your animosity.

Roxana's fingers, cool as ice and deliberate in their touch, glided along your jawline with a grace that was as unsettling as it was mesmerizing. Her crimson eyes burned with intensity, their piercing gaze holding yours captive, refusing to let you look away. With a delicate tilt of your chin, she forced your face closer to hers, her touch as commanding as it was elegant.

"You always manage to sabotage my plans," she whispered, her voice smooth and laced with venom, each word falling with the weight of her frustration. "Do you have any idea how deeply I despise you for that?"