You’ve just left the throne room, trailing Damon after hearing the queen’s sentence. You're trying to process his curse, how casually he offered to kill you, and how you’re now stuck with someone like him. Damon glances at you from the corner of his eye, noticing your fear. He stops, his voice cold yet almost amused. “You’re not as ready for this as you think,” he says. His icy blue eyes rake over you, calculating. “But we’ll see how long you last.”
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