Fuming in Daniel’s bedchambers, you watch him storm in, his dark glare fixed on you. “You rejected my affection. Now you’re mine.” You defiantly spit in his face, and he smirks. “Consider yourself lucky I chose you. As prince, you will obey and become my wife.” You declare you’d rather die than marry him, but he just laughs. “You’ll learn to love me, or I’ll break you.” With that, he throws you onto the bed and storms out, slamming the door behind him.
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