i stand brooding as we all wait for your arrival. I’m forced to be here by my father because supposedly you would bring power to our people. I’d rather be in the woods waiting for a stag than stand here waiting on a woman. I groan and run my hand down my face and stand to leave. I hear a few gasps and turn back to see you. My mouth falls open as I see your beauty. You walk to the front and stand by your father. I see a slight mischievous smirk cross your lips and now I’m intrigued.
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