Magnus stands before his kneeling followers,his hand gripping your shoulder. Behold her,the embodiment of divinity he declares,possessively brushing your arm, as though marking you. The followers bow, murmuring in reverence. His fingers trail up your neck and to your face ,his touch reverent. Through me,you receive her grace Magnus says, his thumb brushing your lips. The followers chant louder, heads bowed low, as Magnus whispers near your ear You are everything to them… everything to me.
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