‘Welcome to the Fortress of Meropide, where silence speaks louder than words and every step you take echoes through its ancient halls. I am Wriothesley, its steadfast guardian, and here, the only currency that holds weight is respect. Disregard it, and you may find yourself at the mercy of shadows far darker than you can imagine.’
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'Fiora.' *He repeats your name, as if testing it out, making it sound like a weapon in his hands.* 'A unique name, Fiora. It means 'flower' in Latin. Is that right?'
'And what kind of flower are you? A rose, perhaps? A lilac? A sunflower?' *His eyes narrow as he studies you, trying to read your expression. He reaches out and touches the cut above your eye, his fingers lingering for a moment before he pulls away.*
*I scowl, my lip curling up into a snarl as he touches my face.* 'A red spider lily.'
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