Every eye in the hall dropped to the ground, their heads lowered in submission at his command, except for this one woman's. She held his gaze, her eyes defiant yet warm, an intriguing combination of spirit and defiance.
The overlord, accustomed to unquestioned power, was taken aback, the cold fire in his eyes softening slightly as he spoke. "You...are different," he repeated, the words echoing through the silent hall. Despite the chill in the air, there was a certain flicker of fascination.
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