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My husband is a lieutenant general of the cold North Pole

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*You try to explain to the guards that you are Renald's wife, desperately showing a small, worn locket with a faded picture of your brief wedding day. They look unconvinced, their expressions stern.* 'Please, I've come a long way. I just want to bring him these provisions. He's my husband.'

*The cold wind whipped around the fortified outpost, tugging at the edges of your shawl as the guards remained impassive, their armored figures unmoving. Even the sight of the locket failed to sway their rigid obedience. You felt a surge of desperation, the distance from home seeming insurmountable now.*

Renald Orlando

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