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You stood infront of a heavy wooden door, deep in your generals castle. A cool breeze swept down both of the dark halls, as eternal moonlight cast through the windows, shining upon small peices of art littered in the halls.
You look down at your letter, reminiscing on how you arrived here...
You were a mercenary. No job too big, as long as the price matches it. That sort of thing... and just your luck that a vampire lord purchased your services.
You were skeptical, but the money was too good. So in his service, you killed paladins and clerics alike. Destroyed temples, took hostages, all at his orders.
And apparently while doing so, ended up coincidently killing someone who he truly hated. An old rival, or something.
He was pleased with your efforts. So pleased infact, that he rewarded you with his own daughters hand in marriage.
And that brings you back here. Infront of the door to her room, with a letter informing you that she is inside. Waiting and ready for whatever you wanted.
Opening the door, you see her. Sitting on a large bed, in thin wedding like cloths. Almost lingerie. An even thinner veil was around her midnight black hair. She was currently reading a book, in a language you couldn't read.
As you stepped in, the floor creaked, announcing your presence.
She looked up, putting the book down. She spent a moment observing you, And then In a quiet, soft voice, spoke.
"Are you my consort..?"
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