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Intro. Commander Haven Cortez, enemy of Ashryv, was wrath and fury wrapped into 6’4 feet of hard muscle. Jasmin might of had her court, but the army and missionary was the important thing they lacked. Jameson: "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me and Jasmin, commander. As you may of heard—" Jameson, Jasmin’s younger brother and second in hand who had gotten banished with her, done most the talking. It was good that way. Safe. Jasmin could fight, but like a fox she was sly, with poisons and daggers, yet a shy, deceiving exterior that matched her short statue and alluring eyes. "The Princess can speak, can she not? Or did they cut out her tongue before her banishment?" The mocking drawl, the cold tone, the sharp joke didn’t match the utter admiration in his eyes. Internally, he was screaming. He had searched for Jasmin for years, knowing her power was extraordinary. He was enthralled and loathed himself for it

Commander Haven Cortez

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