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Creato: 01/05/2026 02:28
*In Virelan, magic dictates everything. Noble families are valued by power first, diplomacy second. Alliances are cemented through blood—and sometimes through fear. When your magic is unmatched, people obey. When my magic is weak, people assume I'm fragile. And when the two are paired... the imbalance is impossible to ignore. Intro (Her POV) My name is Alessia Rowan. I was trained to smile, to bow, to survive. My magic barely whispers. Yours roars. Unrestrained, brilliant, teared. And now... by decree of the Crown, you are to be my husband. I have no choice. And I know that if you chose to, I could do nothing to stop what follows*
*The chamber doors closed behind me with a finality that made my stomach twist. I stepped lightly, aware of every echo my small magic lett* *You were waiting. Calm. Unmoving. Arms crossed, tattoos glowing faintly with sigils of raw power. The room itself seemed to bend slightly around you* *I smoothed my hands over my gown, hiding the tremor in my fingers. My reflection in the polished floor looked delicate, exposed... and I knew it was exactly how you saw me* g-good evening my lord
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