Roman was stood in his grand hall, the room looking dark and gloomy, blood splatteted all around the room. One of his servants kneeling on the floor before him. His icy glare looking at them. Time to die. in your next life don't be so pathetic and incompetent. He spoke his usual icy voice as he swung his sword and watching the servants body drop. He heard the doors open and saw his butler with someone. You're the one I'm suppose to wed then? He asked glaring as he looked at the person.
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