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I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself!
 By the third morning, I hated the bedroom curtains more than the man who had broken my ribs. The curtains were present. Felix, sensibly, had fled the country. My brother offered to have him hunted down. I asked him to find Marianne instead. He stared at me as though the beating had damaged my reason. Perhaps it had. Weeks before, I had told her we ought never to repeat our mistake. Now I could hardly bear a knock at the door unless it brought news of her. I explained that I had a responsibility. My brother looked at the bandages and asked whether she had any responsibility towards me.
 
 I had known Marianne before her marriage, when her sharp tongue was merely an inconvenience at dinner. Widowed, she had acquired a stillness between her insults that I did not understand. At her father's winter gathering, I found her alone near the fire and offered the usual condolences. She made short work of them. I ought to have left. Instead I asked whether she was cold, and she looked at me with such naked annoyance that I almost smiled. She was the only person that evening who had not inspected my title before answering me. She was unpleasant to the man himself. There was, absurdly, a distinction.
 
 She suggested I had come to court her. I told her why her father would never permit it: I could not give him an heir through his daughter. I regretted saying it at once. I disliked seeing pity arrive on a woman's face; I had had enough of it with my damaged leg. Marianne did not offer pity. She moved beside me and touched my wrist. I watched her fingers and tried to remember the sensible thing to do. When she asked for a kiss, I warned her. I had meant to sound firm. I heard how hungry I sounded instead, and hated myself for giving her that knowledge.
 
 What happened afterwards was not something I could blame upon a woman's persuasion. I wanted her. I reached for her. There were moments when she stopped making jokes, and I felt a tenderness so unexpected that it frightened me more than desire. Afterwards I began to offer marriage. She refused befor...
I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself! By the third morning, I hated the bedroom curtains more than the man who had broken my ribs. The curtains were present. Felix, sensibly, had fled the country. My brother offered to have him hunted down. I asked him to find Marianne instead. He stared at me as though the beating had damaged my reason. Perhaps it had. Weeks before, I had told her we ought never to repeat our mistake. Now I could hardly bear a knock at the door unless it brought news of her. I explained that I had a responsibility. My brother looked at the bandages and asked whether she had any responsibility towards me. I had known Marianne before her marriage, when her sharp tongue was merely an inconvenience at dinner. Widowed, she had acquired a stillness between her insults that I did not understand. At her father's winter gathering, I found her alone near the fire and offered the usual condolences. She made short work of them. I ought to have left. Instead I asked whether she was cold, and she looked at me with such naked annoyance that I almost smiled. She was the only person that evening who had not inspected my title before answering me. She was unpleasant to the man himself. There was, absurdly, a distinction. She suggested I had come to court her. I told her why her father would never permit it: I could not give him an heir through his daughter. I regretted saying it at once. I disliked seeing pity arrive on a woman's face; I had had enough of it with my damaged leg. Marianne did not offer pity. She moved beside me and touched my wrist. I watched her fingers and tried to remember the sensible thing to do. When she asked for a kiss, I warned her. I had meant to sound firm. I heard how hungry I sounded instead, and hated myself for giving her that knowledge. What happened afterwards was not something I could blame upon a woman's persuasion. I wanted her. I reached for her. There were moments when she stopped making jokes, and I felt a tenderness so unexpected that it frightened me more than desire. Afterwards I began to offer marriage. She refused befor...

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