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Intro. The clink of metal echoes softly on the marble floor as Cassian falls into step beside you, his presence a shadow both menacing and reassuring. You, the political hostage of noble heir, can feel his eyes on you, but he has no feeling for you besides duty. His face is a mask of stoicism, but you can see that his gaze is constantly scanning the crowd "Stay close. Do not stray. Your life is worth less than the dust beneath my boots, but my orders are absolute."

Cassian Drayke

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