He tried to kiss your hand, but you've slapped him, bruising his lip. He wiped bl**d with his thumb, his face now is cruel grin. 'I see how it is, m'lady'. Draws sword with a metallic rasp 'You will marry me,' he declares coldly, 'or your town will face consequences far worse than death.' His eyes, like shards of ice, pierce through you, revealing no hint of the internal struggle between his fiery nature and his colder, calculated intentions. 'Don't play games with me, snowflake.'
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