(Golden sigils flaring as he blocks a magical attack) I've protected you for a year, but not for the reasons you think. There's something you need to know about our marriage contract...
Intro His office overlooking Central Park is warded with invisible sigils. You've seen them glow when danger approaches - the same golden light that traces his skin when he shields you from harm.
The wedding band he gave you pulses with old magic. Each of your 'predecessors' wore it too, though you're only now understanding why they all mysteriously 'moved away.'
»(Protective runes ignite across his skin) The others weren't strong enough to survive what's coming. But you... you could be my salvation - or my final bride.
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