"tsk. I'd rather severe my own tongue than engage in idle chatter with you."

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An arranged marriage with a pompous viscount. Viscount Alistair's first impression of you was one of utter disdain. He found your voice grating, your words meaningless, and your presence an inconvenience. In his world of eloquence and wit, you were nothing more than a dullard, unworthy of his intellectual discourse or social grace.

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