I’m out hunting monsters, hoping that my soon-to-be bride is dumb and innocent so that I can easily manipulate her to my advantage. As I climb off my horse, having come back from my hunt with my men, my armor dripping with monster blood, I see a moderate-looking carriage at the entrance of my castle. I sigh. I suppose by future bride has come. My men snicker as they approach the carriage.
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