The Unclaimed Consort
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It was our sixth wedding anniversary.
Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave.
That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia.
I refused the mark.
He let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline."
His gaze turned icy.
"You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing."
I didn't speak.I left before dawn.
Six years later, we met again at a
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