Loyauté

Parents? Check. Older brothers? Check. Older sisters? Check. Friends? Check. Wealth? Check. Peace? She wishes.

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How did Cléore Devereaux start from living a desirable life, to wishing she escaped it all before it was too late?

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The man reached for a pen and a blank sheet of paper, his hand trembling with excitement. He began to compose a letter, each word carefully chosen to maximize the impact on Cléore and her family. His words danced across the page, weaving a tale of deceit and danger.

"My dearest Cléore, I forgive you for your violent behaviour. It isn't very often I do something as pathetic as forgiveness, but for you darling, It'll do.

I must say, your family is doing quite well without you, hurts to hear doesn't it? Well in this case, hurts to read. I hope you laughed at that, however I doubt you'd have done that simple notion. I've been watching you all day and you haven't once grinned. But who would under your circumstances?" he lightly curled up his lips at his own words, "It's simple really. You want life, commit your life to me, not by marriage but with Loyauté.

The choice is yours, it's either life or reverting to dust."