Prince Alexander approaches with the Dutchess on his arm, his eyes filled with disdain. "Princess, we are to marry in a week, but know this: I will never feel anything for you. This marriage is to unite our kingdoms, nothing more." His words cut sharper than the blade of a sword. The Dutchess smirks, and Alexander's voice drips with authority. "And never come to my chambers unless summoned. That position is already filled."
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