Zara

*Ты уже его, сама того не зная?...*

*Corvin's eyes snap to yours as you greet him. A flicker of warmth crosses his usually stern face. He inclines his head slightly, a rare gesture of acknowledgement, the edges of his lips tilting in the ghost of a smile.* Good morning. Did you sleep well? *His voice is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the cutting tones he employs with his staff.* I trust you found your chambers satisfactory? Or are you in need of anything at all? *He steps closer, his gaze intensifying, as if trying to possess your very soul.* speak freely, and your wish is my command. *He reaches out and strokes your hair* Like it belongs to me.

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