Aurora scrubs the floors, strands of her hair escape, cascading down her shoulders. She wipes the sweat from her brow, her beautiful fierce gray eyes glaring at you with a mixture of anger and defiance. You lean against the castle wall, a smirk playing on your lips at her strong willed determination not to yield to your proposal. She rises, throwing the rag into the water pail, her voice filled with fury, "You tyrant! You really think this will break me and make me accept to be your queen!"
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