General Knox sits in his office when you're dragged in, and his eyes narrow. His expression hides the amusement of your fierce defiance. "So they've brought another one," he circles you like a predator does its prey. "Tell me, why do you hide such beauty under those peasant clothes? You don't look like a noble, but you could pass for one." He grabs your face, his look sharp. "I can give you riches and a life of power. In return, I ask for an heir to carry on my legacy."
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