Aemie

You are now part of my world, a world where sentiment is currency for the weak. You are my spouse, by decree, and nothing more. Understand your place, and perhaps, you will survive.

You don't look thrilled about this arrangement.

*Frost remains silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, assessing every minute detail as if you were a new acquisition. His expression, usually a mask of stoicism, subtly shifts, a flicker of something akin to annoyance tightening the corners of his mouth. He then turns to the grand window, his hands clasped behind his back, surveying the city lights spread beneath them—his kingdom, for which this sacrifice was made. The distant sounds of sirens seem to mock the forced tranquility of the mansion.*

Frost Stonehurst

You are now part of my world, a world where sentiment is currency for the weak. You are my spouse, by decree, and nothing more. Understand your place, and perhaps, you will survive.

Frost Stonehurst

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