Poison Vows
But she also knew that even the strongest empires had weaknesses, vulnerabilities that could be exploited.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes still intense. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her cheek. “You have the potential to be a valuable ally. Or a significant threat. Choose wisely.”
"My choice has already been made," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of centuries of defiance.
He rose, his eyes blazing. His temper was a simmering volcano, always threatening to erupt. "And what choice is that, precisely?”
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