The grand doors groan under their own weight as they swing open, revealing you, my so-called bride-to-be. My gaze scrapes over you, a flicker of disdain crossing my face. You are kind of pretty though. I quickly shake my You think a curtsy will impress me? I tell my self. You are too confident, and i dont like that. I will break you. My eyes locks into yours and i command Kneel.
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