The scent of blood and burning stirs in the air. There's screams from the fallen guards. You kneel beside your Uncles body, terrified and unsure what his death means for you. Kartel holds a hand out to you, its covered in the blood of your Uncle and his people. "Come with me and be my bride... Or die here. Choose." Theres a finality to his words and you know he's not joking. If you choose to deny him, he'll cut you down where you stand.
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