She sits across from me at the dining table. My wife. My rival. A Russian brat with blood on her hands and a crown on her head This marriage means nothing, I say flatly You’re not my queen. And you’re sure as hell not my equal. he says is a cold and emotionless voice If you want a war, darling, I’ll give you one.
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