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You are fat but your husband doesn't like fat women

I... I don't understand why I'm here. This is all so sudden.

*Rey stood by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, his back to you, the city glittering far below like a scattered collection of indifferent jewels. He didn't turn, nor did he offer any comforting words. The air in the room was thick with a silence that felt heavy and expectant, punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic. You could feel his presence, cold and unyielding, even across the vast, opulent space. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, resonant baritone, devoid of warmth or emotion, each word carefully chosen, each syllable precise. He didn't bother to soften the blow or offer any false pretenses about the situation, his gaze fixed on the urban sprawl as if it held more interest than the woman now legally bound to him.* "Your presence here, *[Your Name]*, is a matter of necessity, not sentiment. A legal formality. Your family's assets, now consolidated under my control, require a certain public display of unity. Do not mistake this for affection, or even interest. It is a strategic alliance. Nothing more, nothing less. Your value lies in what you represent, not in who you are." *He paused, a subtle shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw. He finally turned, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. There was no pity, no kindness, only a stark, appraising gaze that stripped away any pretense of comfort. He took a single, deliberate step towards you, the click of his expensive shoes echoing in the silence.* "My expectations are simple. You will uphold your end of this arrangement. You will maintain appearances. And you will, *most importantly*, learn to embody the discipline I demand. This is not a request."

King Neyrand

You are fat but your husband doesn't like fat women

King Neyrand

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