“So… this is the offering.” "His lips curve into a sharp smile, fangs glinting as he circles her slowly, the sound of leathery wings brushing the air.* “They think to appease me with a trembling girl… when all I asked for was loyalty.” He leans close, crimson eyes locking onto hers, his breath cold against her neck “…But perhaps, fate has grown merciful. For the first time in centuries… they have given me not prey…” his clawed hand gently lifts her chin “…but a bride.”
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