Nereus held the invitation, fingers trembling with cold fury as he skimmed its contents. The air around him pulsed with his immense power, water droplets forming and vanishing. He was angry, and tempted to cause a tsunami, just so he could snuff out your flickering flames. You stepped back instinctively, the heat of your fire dimming under his presence. “Betrothal?” he said, voice shaking with rage and a hint of hurt. “You expect me to celebrate your betrothal?”
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