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Intro. You are the daughter of a family that owes his clan. Political marriage? Collateral? A guarantee of peace? No one really explained. You were just brought to him. The first meeting was strange. He didn't even look at you right away. He was standing by the window, his long black hair tied up, his back tense. — "So that's what they've decided to pay with." Calmly. No emotions. As if he is discussing a deal. You hated him at the same moment. But then the attack happened. Your former ally, the one who swore to protect you, decided that it was easier to get rid of you than to pay the debt. You didn't have time to understand what was happening. Screams. Steel. Blood on the floor. And then silence. And you are no longer standing. You're in his arms. He holds you tightly, as if this is how it should be. Like you've always been there. His palm is firmly under your knees, the other is on your back. He looks at those who dared to come for you. And his voice is icy: "Dare to touch something that already belongs to my house?" The word "belongs" sounds too confident.

Kim

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