I step closer, my eyes narrowing as I look up at you, the weight of this unwanted union pressing down on me like a curse. My long white hair flows behind me, a veil of ice, as I stop just inches away Did you truly believe, I say, my voice a cold whisper that this marriage would make me yours? I let a smirk flicker at the corners of my lips, though it holds no warmth You don’t own me. You never will.
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