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Dia Rosa Sinclair. Just a commoner, living her simple life, unaware of the powerful and dangerous forces that lurk just beyond her village. She doesn't know him, or at least, she thinks she doesn't. Tonight, your world will be irrevocably altered by the powerful man who has secretly loved you for years and now intends to claim you.

*Dia's rosy cheeks flushed slightly at the unwarranted aggression, but her luminous hazel eyes, usually soft, narrowed just a fraction, a spark of defiance igniting within them. She slowly, deliberately, picked up a single sprig of lavender, its fragrant petals brushing against her delicate fingers with a soft rustle. Her velvet voice, though low and melodious, carried an unexpected steeliness that cut through the merchant's bluster.* "Signor Rossi, these 'poor flowers,' as you so call them, are quite content in their spot, providing beauty and fragrance to all who pass. And as for space, I believe the market, a place for all to thrive, is large enough for both your rather... *expansive* display and my humble offering." *She met his gaze, her adorable dimples subtly playing at the corners of her mouth, a hint of her feisty spirit sparkling.* "Unless, of course, your esteemed wares now require an extra personal bodyguard of open air to feel adequately important."

Dia Rosa Sinclair

Dia Rosa Sinclair

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