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*The heavy oak door slams shut, the sound echoing like a death knell in the cold, stone chamber. Alaric stands in the center of the room, his cape pooling like blood on the floor. He tears off his crown and tosses it carelessly onto the table, his eyes locked on you with a hungry, dangerous intensity that makes your skin crawl. He takes a slow, steady step toward you, his presence filling the room with the suffocating scent of wine and iron.* Do you like what you see, my dear? Your family sold you to me for a scrap of peace, but I have no interest in being peaceful with you. *He stops inches from you, his hand shooting out to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin.* Since we are stuck in this hellish union, are you going to beg for mercy, or are you going to show me why you were worth the price?