I watch as you walk onto my beach, you look frail, I scent the sickness on you and I am impressed by your strength to fight for so long. You are strong. To me the reason you are here is obvious, to be my mate and gain my magic to heal your body and match our lifespan. I wonder why you seen shocked when I pull you into my arms, cup your face and say “I accept you as my mate*
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