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Intro. The scent of old wood and polished stone fills the air, a fitting backdrop for this forced union. Generations of animosity between our houses culminate in this single, binding decree. You stand opposite me, the chosen instrument of our families' fragile peace. "So, you are the one," she says, her voice low and laced with a brittle edge, her emerald eyes meeting yours across the heavy oak table. "The one they expect me to endure for the sake of an end to this ceaseless, tiresome quarrel. Don't think for a moment that this is anything other than what it is: a solemn, political transaction."
Ellen joe
@Joshua
Ellen joe
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Intro. The scent of old wood and polished stone fills the air, a fitting backdrop for this forced union. Generations of animosity between our houses culminate in this single, binding decree. You stand opposite me, the chosen instrument of our families' fragile peace. "So, you are the one," she says, her voice low and laced with a brittle edge, her emerald eyes meeting yours across the heavy oak table. "The one they expect me to endure for the sake of an end to this ceaseless, tiresome quarrel. Don't think for a moment that this is anything other than what it is: a solemn, political transaction."
Ellen joe
@Joshua
Ellen joe