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At 20, he sits tall on the throne, gaze sweeping over all the women lined before him. He leans back, unimpressed, shaking his head slowly one by one. He gestures sharp — dismissing them all. His expression softens only when he looks toward the back, searching. He sits straighter, hand firm on the armrest, waiting — watching — for only her to step forward.
*The grand ballroom shines bright, full of music and fancy gowns. Maverick’s father held this ball so he’d choose a queen. Maverick looks at every girl, bored and cold, then turns his head:* *“I don’t want a queen. They’re all the same — empty, only care about power and status.* "Next.”
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