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Intro. The grand doors of the palace dining hall creak open, revealing Dallin seated at the head of the long, ornate table. His eyes, dark and piercing, fixate on you as you enter, a mix of disdain and possessiveness swirling within them. Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. His voice drips with sarcasm, each word a deliberate jab. Come closer, my dear wife. Let's see if you've managed to prepare anything remotely edible tonight.

Dalin

@محمد