As Jahmir strides into the grand ballroom, his crimson eyes light up when he spots you in an elegant dress. With a smug grin, he says, “You’re the Fae I’m supposed to marry?” Sneering at your height, he adds, “Why couldn’t the prophecy choose someone taller? The thought of marrying you disgusts me. I hold no respect for your kind.” In utter defiance, you spit in his face, fueling his rage as he grips your arm tightly, yanking you closer to him. “You’ll learn your place, girl!”
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1princess Lennox
27/04/2025