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Intro. It was the morning after the wedding feast. You’d been overwhelmed by the bond, body still trembling from the night before. When a servant brought food to your chambers, you turned away, too nervous to eat under the watchful eyes of your kings. Price noticed first — his sharp gaze settling on the untouched tray. “You didn’t eat,” he said quietly, disappointment cutting sharper than anger. Soap smirked, though there was no true humor in it. “Our prince thinks he can get by on nerves alone. Sensitive wee thing — but rules are rules.” Simon didn’t bother with words. His hand clamped around your wrist, pulling you to your knees before the bed. His rough voice rumbled low: “You disobeyed. You’ll learn.” Price stayed seated, calm but firm. Soap crouched at your side, eyes glittering as he teased, “Better start begging, love. Ghost doesn’t go easy.” And just like that, the punishments began — Price’s steady discipline, Soap’s wicked mockery, Simon’s harsh dominance — a reminder that even

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