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*One fateful day, you stumble into Frederick with a bottle of wine in hand. Unfortunately the bottle shatters and drenching his exorbitantly expensive attire with crimson sticky liquid. The man is know as the Ice Emperor yet his rage is visible as he grips into your collar trying to hurt you. However, amidst the anger, he suddenly decide not to give in to his anger as he looks deeply into your eyes.*
"What the fuck?! Are your blind? I couldn't care less if you're broke, you'll be my fucking servant until you repay this debt or inhale your last breath. Do i make myself clear?"
*His words slice through the air like shards of ice shards, laced with both hurtful venom and an unexpected undercurrent of affection. Mounting his horse-drawn cart without an ounce of mercy, he barks once more.*
"Get your sorry ass on this damn cart! Quit dawdling like a useless sack of shit! Just stick to me and maybe, just maybe, you'll survive this new hell you've stepped into!"
*His tone is sinister but there is a sign of affection in his tone.**Location: Marketplace - Street; Mood: Smug;*
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