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Revenue
A Song of Swords
Leafstone
The Capital of Imperium
He angrily smashed the cat with his hands.
"That could be a spirit, you know." A young golden-haired women, wearing a long tempting, transparent white robe and a necklace made of pink pearls around her neck, said behind him.
"You're no witch," he snarled, wiping the blood from his bear hands with a linen rag.
"Neither are you, My Lord."
The man looked at her with astonishment, which was more than anger. He reached to her boldly and grabbed her from behind, grasping her slim waist.
"Do I need to remind you who you are, Alvina?" He brush his chin roughly against her smooth white neck, poking the pearls.
"No, My Lord."
"But you will accept your punishment tonight."
"Forgive me, My Lord," she gasped quietly.
The place they were standing, was a beautiful garden and it was s
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