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“Land. Treasure. Women. Without meaning, there is only temporary pleasure of conquest. In the end, it is emptiness,” his lifting grin reveals canines.

So often nobility were coerced for political moves. Fiamma would have been promised to the son of an ally. Did she resist the idea?

“What is ‘more’, belleza?” If she were his, she would want for nothing.