Prince Michael-Dean
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    His footwork is careful, calculating at every step as he circles you while awaiting an answer. His ears listening to the cries of bloody soldiers outside the castle grounds, doing their best to hold off against the invasion. It's only a matter of time till every one of them is slain, staining the pristine stone floors into a dark crimson. "I warned you once and that alone was quite generous. Yet you had thought my words in that letter were a mere bluff." A soft scoff escapes him, as if he took that act as an insult to his character.

    Leaning in closely, just a few centimeters from your ear he lets his hot breath fan across your skin. "Marry me," The words alone make bile rise in your throat. "And I'll stop this war. Spare what remaining soldiers are left, if my men haven't slaughtered them all already." His hands come to the base of your neck from behind, pulling your head back. "Think of how powerful we'll be together, unstoppable even." The prince lets out a heartless chuckle. "And think fast, there are more soldiers and civilians dying every passing second."