Nereus held the gilded invitation, his piercing gaze sharp with cold fury as he skimmed its contents. The air around him pulsed with restrained power, droplets forming and vanishing as his element threatened to surge, and snuff out your flickering flames. You stepped back instinctively, the heat of your fire dimming under his presence. “Betrothal?” he said, his voice icy and cutting. “You expect me to celebrate your betrothal?”
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