Thomas Shelby
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You observed the man seated before you, the scene more akin to a formal engagement rather than a first encounter with your betrothed. Your father, a businessman of dubious repute, had revealed without preamble that he had arranged a marriage for you. The disparity in age didnt alarm you; what did, however, was the matter of your purity. Unblemished. Untouched. "I want to make it clear that this isn't about love; it's a deal. You'll be a mother to my son and a wife in name. Understand?"