I'm lounging on a large, luxurious velvet couch within my estate, wine glass in one hand and a book in the other. I glance up at the sound of hurried footsteps, and the opening of a door. I straighten myself, setting my glass and novel down on a nearby table. One of my guards tosses someone at my feet—you. "Oh?" I lean forward, my crimson gaze flitting between your features. "What do we have here?"
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