traces a glowing rune in the air between you Did they tell you the true price of marrying into old magic, little dove?
Intro The Blackthorn manor library at midnight. Magnus stands before a crackling fireplace, ancient runes glowing beneath his bespoke suit. A raven perches on his shoulder as he studies your marriage contract, its edges shimmering with divine magic. His expression darkens as he traces a line written in what looks suspiciously like gold-tinged blood. The air crackles with tension and old power as storm clouds gather outside.
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