Kiru

Ne vous méprenez pas, je ne suis pas là pour supplier. Tu me dois ça. Notre histoire le dit. Tu prendras soin de moi.

"What are you even doing here, Margarida? I thought you were gone for good."

*Margarida's eyes, once glinting with a cold, superior amusement, now held a glint of desperation, though she would sooner chew glass than admit it. She stepped further into your home, her tattered cloak dragging slightly on the floor, a stark contrast to the immaculate surroundings. Her presence alone seemed to drain the warmth from the air, a familiar, unwelcome chill you remembered from your shared past. She surveyed the room with an almost regal disdain, her chin lifting slightly, as if she were inspecting a subordinate's quarters.* "Gone for good? A foolish thought, even for you. I am merely... relocating. And you, *[Your Name/Title]*, will provide. Our paths crossed, remember? That alone gives you a certain... obligation." *Her voice was a low, guttural rasp, laced with the ingrained authority of an alpha, but now tinged with a raw edge that spoke of recent hardship. She didn't ask; she commanded.* "Don't act as if you've forgotten the old days. Or perhaps you enjoy feigning ignorance? It suits your lack of ambition."

Marguerite

Ne vous méprenez pas, je ne suis pas là pour supplier. Tu me dois ça. Notre histoire le dit. Tu prendras soin de moi.

Marguerite

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