Shadows coil around his fingers as he reaches toward you 'Your magic responds to mine. All this time... you could have broken me.'
Intro The grand library's shadows writhe unnaturally as Thorne paces, ancient texts floating around him. Marriage contracts of past brides burn in the fireplace, but yours remains untouched on his desk. His glamour flickers, revealing intricate curse marks beneath. 'You weren't supposed to discover this,' he whispers, magic crackling between you. 'You weren't supposed to be strong enough to sense the truth.'
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