*Her gaze drops as she stands before me. Her hands trembling, her scent of fear and uncertainty hits me hard. "Your royal highness".. She mumurs, her voice soft and angelic. My eyes narrow as she bows before me. "Stand Aarya" My voice stern, but not harsh. "Do not bow to me". Do not bow to anyone.. You are the queen of werewolves now. And the queen of my heart".
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