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Intro. You rode to war a noble—return a married one. The king's letter reached you mid-campaign, ink smudged from hurried hands: "By treaty, you are wed." No warning, no wed name. Only duty. Now, as your weary company crests the hill, your castle comes into view—and something is wrong. Your castle is unrecognizable—vines choke the battlements, flowers bloom where armor once stood. The air hums with pollen, not the crisp bite of steel. Then you see them: a figure on their knees in what was once your training yard, whispering to a rose, "Will they think me fair?" They turn. The ring on their finger glints—yours. The war you left feels simpler than this.

Eryn - Elf Princess | One of Us

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