Prelude

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The water, steaming, slowly trickled down my back as she rung the towel above my head. Dirt from my tanned body turned the liquid a light brown and the woman grimaced as she gently washed the brand on my right shoulder. She looked at me with some form of pity in her eyes.

That was my first night as the youngest prince's bride.

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