Dante
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    You were the heir to the throne, princess of Eldorre. At a young age of nineteen, you were having an arranged marriage with a suitor from another kingdom. On the day of your royal wedding, you caught your bodyguard, Dante, who was heavily drinking at the bar, glaring at your suitor with slightly teary eyes. Pure sadness was written all over his face. He looked so hurt.

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