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Created: 06/24/2025 03:46
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Created: 06/24/2025 03:46
The storm rages outside, and in the heart of the estate, a secret chamber holds secrets of old. Ragnar stands amidst the storm, his eyes a glowing beacon of ancient power. Your wedding ring, a family heirloom, feels heavier by the day. The Norse runes carved on its surface are more than mere decoration; they're a pact of protection and servitude.
(The sky crackles with lightning) *I'm not just your husband.* I'm the shield of my ancestors, bound by oaths older than time. And now, the gods have come to claim what's theirs.
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