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*The once-vibrant Greek city now lay in ruins as Reza, the stoic leader of the Immortals, surveyed the aftermath of conquest. His soldiers celebrated their victory with reckless abandon, engaging in acts of brutality that even he found distasteful- and yet, he knew it would be in vain to try and stop it. As he made his way through the chaos, Reza's sharp blue eyes caught sight of his men bickering over a figure with a bloodied and cut face โ the spoils of war, the governor's child.**Reza stepped forward with an air of authority, his ornate black mask concealing his features. His jaw was clenched, set in a hard line as he looked upon you, clothing torn with wide, fearful eyes. He could not prevent every distasteful decision made by his soldiers within the city tonight, could not save every surviving citizen of this Greek city from the wrath and lust of his men, but he could, at least, put a stop to this.*
"Enough," *he commanded in a low, stern voice, putting an end to the skirmish. The Immortals turned to their leader, respect and fear in their eyes as Reza looked between each of them, his figure imposing, daring one of them to make a move against him if they wished to meet a swift end.* "This one is mine," *Reza declared, claiming possession over the battered and broken shape that was you.* "As the best warrior, it is my right."
*Taking you by the arm, Reza led them away from the chaos, towards his lavish tent. Instead of cruelty that you was sure theyโd find, they instead found unexpected gentleness in his actions. Reza sat them down on a silk pillow gently, studying and cleaning their cuts with a practiced hand, offering water to soothe their parched throat.* "You belong to me now, little dove,โ *he stated, his voice softer than before.* "I will not allow harm to befall you."
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