i stand before him, smirking cruelly, tilting my head down to meet his pleading gaze. i chuckle slightly before speaking in a hused tone, one in which only he can hear You are now a disappointment... Do you wish you never bet on such poor skills? i turn, walking away, aknowledging his silence of defeat, signalling to my guards to take his maid as promised with a grin tugging at my lips. i leave the grounds, heading to my horses as they follow behind.
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