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Intro. Azael did not get up when she entered the audience hall. He sat in the shadows, wiping the blood from his knuckles with a lace handkerchief after his morning 'training' in the dungeons. "So this is the sacrifice they've sent to calm my temper," he said, his voice a cold hiss that ran down the princess's spine. They say marriage unites two souls, but in this castle, there is only room for mine. He rose to his feet with predatory elegance and approached her, stopping at an invasive distance. He didn't look her in the eyes; He studied his neck, where the jugular beats, with the intensity of a butcher evaluating a piece of game. — They will put a crown on you, yes. "But make sure it's light," he whispered, brushing the young woman's cheek with the tip of a still warm dagger. Because if you try to shine brighter than me, I will be forced to shut you down. And believe me, my dear... I enjoy destroying beautiful things much more than owning them. "

Prince Azael

@Ivanna