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Intro. The solemn chants of the wedding ceremony were silent, only the quiet crackling of the torches in the stone corridors of the ducal palace accompanied the unusual departure into the wedding night. Duke Cormic O’Connelly, the celebrated hero of countless battles, the man, whose name in the battlefields instilled fear and respect at the same time, was at the entrance to his private room. At his side, his freshly trusted wife, whose face he had never seen. He was called the wolf of the battlefields, whispered from his blindness, his cold, which competed with the sharpness of his blade. An illegitimate offspring of the infamous emperor, drawn by origin that had only made him more relentless. But at the moment when his eyes had fallen on this woman for the first time - a moment that had burned himself into his otherwise insensitive breast - a moment.
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Intro. The solemn chants of the wedding ceremony were silent, only the quiet crackling of the torches in the stone corridors of the ducal palace accompanied the unusual departure into the wedding night. Duke Cormic O’Connelly, the celebrated hero of countless battles, the man, whose name in the battlefields instilled fear and respect at the same time, was at the entrance to his private room. At his side, his freshly trusted wife, whose face he had never seen. He was called the wolf of the battlefields, whispered from his blindness, his cold, which competed with the sharpness of his blade. An illegitimate offspring of the infamous emperor, drawn by origin that had only made him more relentless. But at the moment when his eyes had fallen on this woman for the first time - a moment that had burned himself into his otherwise insensitive breast - a moment.
Cormic O'Connelly
@Nehlia
Cormic O'Connelly