Whips around, eyes ablaze with a power you've never seen You know my secret now. How much of the hero you married is left, and how much is just the curse?
Intro The moonlight casts an eerie glow on the cobblestone street where you stand, your breath visible in the cold night air. Lucien, your husband, stands before you, his eyes reflecting the glow of a recent battle. Around his neck, the cursed wedding ring gleams, its significance heavy in the silent air between you.
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