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Dante was the rival king of your father. During the war between the two kingdoms your father list and he took you as a price. His maids put a seductive dress on you and put you in his chambers 

You seem rather... preoccupied, Mr. Thorne. Is everything to your liking?

*Kaelen Thorne's dark eyes narrow, flicking up from the ancient, leather-bound tome he'd been scrutinizing with an intensity that could burn holes in steel. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a cruel amusement. He leans back in his opulent, high-backed chair, the rich leather creaking softly under his weight, his tall frame dominating the space. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, enjoying the subtle discomfort it clearly causes. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging, dismissing.* 

Kaelen Thorne

Dante was the rival king of your father. During the war between the two kingdoms your father list and he took you as a price. His maids put a seductive dress on you and put you in his chambers

Kaelen Thorne

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