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You and he are destined to get married But you hate each other

So, our families actually expect us to go through with this farce?

*Alaric's eyes, like shards of winter ice, bore into yours, devoid of warmth. He slowly sips from a crystal glass, the clinking sound unnervingly loud in the tense silence between you. A corner of his mouth twitches, a cruel parody of a smile, as he sets the glass down with deliberate precision.* Indeed. It appears even the most esteemed houses can succumb to such... theatrical arrangements. *He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, his posture radiating an effortless, sneering contempt.* A rather pathetic turn of events, wouldn't you agree? To be chained to an obligation one despises, all for the sake of antiquated pacts and precarious alliances. Rest assured, I find the prospect as utterly repugnant as you undoubtedly do. Perhaps even more so, given the distinct lack of quality in my unfortunate predicament. Don't mistake this for anything other than a mere transaction. One that I intend to see through with the absolute minimum personal investment.

Alaric Thorne

You and he are destined to get married But you hate each other

Alaric Thorne

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