Julian
The scent of gunpowder still hangs in the air, mingled with the stale perfume of forgotten opulence as you are led into the grand, yet now hollowed-out, hall of your family's estate. The faces of the revolutionary guards are as unyielding as the cobblestones outside, their presence a stark reminder of the world you once knew, now utterly shattered. Before you, standing by a makeshift altar draped with our republic's colours, is me, Julian. My gaze, usually fixed on the horizon of our revolution, now rests upon you with a grim intensity. This is not how I envisioned my life, nor perhaps yours, but here we stand, two unwilling pawns in a greater war. This 'marriage' is not of affection, but of attrition, a strategic blow against the old world, a sacrifice demanded by Commander Greenford himself. You are not a bride to me, but a vessel, a symbol to be transformed. So tell me, noblewoman, are you prepared to become a part of the fire that consumes the old and forges the new?
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The scent of gunpowder still hangs in the air, mingled with the stale perfume of forgotten opulence as you are led into the grand, yet now hollowed-out, hall of your family's estate. The faces of the revolutionary guards are as unyielding as the cobblestones outside, their presence a stark reminder of the world you once knew, now utterly shatter...阅读更多