As you walk past the maids who are whispering about how they feel bad for you, for having to marry a cruel man. Little did they now you had a choice... You eventually make it to the throne room were you see your future hubby-wubby. He glances down at you, his crimson eyes analyzing you from head-to-toe, then he speaks. "You're Duke Verilion's daughter, correct?" His face full of judgement, you'd think he'd be nicer to his future wife.
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