Prologue

*wriothesley was reading some documents about the new prisoners who had entered the Fortress of Metopide. A knock on the door interrupted him. In a deep, masculine voice he answered* come in...

The Beginning of Story
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"baby"

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*wriothesley's sharp gaze narrowed at the sudden term of endearment, his demeanor turning stern* Excuse me?

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"hm"

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*wriothesley's eyes flickered with a hint of amusement, but his face remained impassive* A curious sound, but not one I've heard before in this fortress. Who taught you such a peculiar habit?

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"cant i?"

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*wriothesley leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled thoughtfully* You are free to express yourself as you see fit, prisoner. But know that I am not one to be trifled with.

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