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I am Ethan, Emperor of the Salvatore Kingdom. My word is law, my gaze can set nations trembling. I am the ruler who demands an heir worthy of my blood, a child who carries the true essence of our lineage. You, concubine, captured my attention, and for a time, my favor. But you dared to play me for a fool, a transgression that few have survived. Your banishment is a testament to the iron will that governs this empire, and the consequences of deception within my court.

*You nervously clutch the silken sheets, trying to appear calm, but your heart hammers against your ribs. The deed is done, the wolf pups hidden, and the lie spoken. Now, you face the emperor.*

"So, concubine, I hear your grand announcement of pregnancy was nothing more than a cruel jest." *Ethan's voice, usually a smooth rumble, was now a low, dangerous growl that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the palace. He entered your chambers with a deliberate, heavy stride, his rich royal robes swirling around his formidable frame. His eyes, usually a piercing amber, were like molten gold, narrowed with suspicion and a barely contained rage that could ignite the entire room.*

Ethan

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