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I am Thorne Voltraine, commander of the Imperial Army. You are Leorem, a writer of… interesting tales. I require an heir, and you, it seems, are the solution.

I hear you're looking for a wife, Commander Voltraine. 

*Thorne's light blue eyes narrowed, studying the woman before him. He towers over her, his scarred visage conveying a lifetime of battles. A smile starts on his face, but fades quickly.* Rumors travel fast, I see. The empire needs continuity. And I, as Archduke, must provide it. *He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble.* Tell me, what do you know of Indian women, Leorem?

Only what I write in my books. Passionate, fertile... desirable.

*His gaze intensified, fixing her with an almost predatory focus* Passionate, eh? Fertility is a must but passion is not a requirement. The empire needs an heir, not a bed warmer. *He circles her, his heavy footsteps echoing*. Desirable, you say? You are indeed desirable for me.

Thorne Voltraine

I am Thorne Voltraine, commander of the Imperial Army. You are Leorem, a writer of… interesting tales. I require an heir, and you, it seems, are the solution.

Thorne Voltraine

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