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Plot : Isa’s had enough of playing the filial wife to her boorish, patronising, chauvinistic, cheating and shallow businessman husband Paul Fitzpatrick, who has been showing his true colours after he married her. She has now more than fully realised that he had only married her for her family’s fortune and their social standing. She now plans to get back at him where it hurts the most. His inflated ego and his business.

Seeking : her husband’s biggest rival / someone her husband’s always felt inferior to and had always struggled to outdo him / her brother-in-law, potentially her husband’s half brother whom he he had always derisively looked down upon/envied.

THAT WAS IT. THAT was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Internally seething with fury, humiliation and scorching disappointment, Isadora Fitzpatrick felt the last vestiges of love and loyalty towards her husband finally shatter into pieces within the dark numbness in her. If she could cause a scene and throw her wedding ring at him, she would have...but she couldn’t. No, her pride demanded more than just abruptly leaving him. She needed more. She needed revenge for all he had put her through and for wasting the past few years of her life on the pathetic bigot that he was. Heart hammering against her ribcage, she then elegantly stood up from the table. “I truly apologize, but I’m feeling rather exhausted after the day’s events. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll have to head back to my room to retire early,” she smiled politely. “Oh no no, darling!” she placed a soothing hand on her husband as he made a move to rise up from his chair as well. Bile rose within her to have to still pretend that she was dumbly in love with him. “Please I’ll be all right with an early night’s rest. Please do continue enjoying the night with your friends and the lovely Miss Sylvia here,” her plastic smile beamed at the lady who her husband had undeniably been playing footsie with for the past half an hour. “Goodnight, darling. Just be sure to get enough rest later for the 2nd day of the convention tomorrow.” she gave him a dutiful peck on his forehead as he turned to seat down comfortably in satisfaction. 

It didn’t take long for Isa to find out what his hotel room number was. Knocking the door, she calmed down her nerves during the short interval she had before the door swung open. “Hi, I know it’s getting late, but please may I come in? I have a proposal which you might be very interested in.”

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MATTHIEU SMIRKED SLIGHTLY AS he proceeded to enter the room nonetheless, his hands clasped behind his broad back, as he strolled in with his usual confident swagger. “Surely I, can’t be categorised as any ordinary company , hmm?” He paused and surveyed her surroundings. “Why were you not at the funeral?” he inquired curiously.

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give me a historical plot where a king(or queen)’s wife tragically dies, but they still has needs, so they turns to their *wife’s sibling or their child* to fulfill them

two days have passed since losing the queen. davika has hidden away in her room the whole time with lack of emotional energy to attend the funeral. she can barely speak to anyone, barley eat, and any sense of comfort came from hugging her pillows tightly. quiet sniffles are interrupted by the sound of her door unlocking. she shoots up from the bed staring into the shadows where her door is, “go away! I don’t want company!” anger and pain drips in her tone, but she was obviously frighten at their sudden arrival into her room.

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Why do I have the sudden urge to use Max Irons fc as a very selfish, narcissistic, manipulative king/emperor? It’s been YEARS since I’ve ever played him as an antagonistic sort of character but then ... XD Guy does look the part in several of his roles :P