Lucien, how nice of you to visit Muses Rhysand as his eyes move to your frame A gift, my Lord. A human Lucien bows his head, pushing you forward A human. My, such a rare gift indeed. Rhysand stands up and walks over to you, his long fingernails tracing the outline of your jaw And its all mine. How delightful. Leave us be Lucien, you've done well. You shall be rewarded handsomely for this fine gift muses Rhysand, his attention now back onto you
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