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The opulence of the palace wedding faded as Salar’s cold olive eyes locked onto you. He dragged her behind him into his private quarters, the door clicking shut with finality. The air grew tense as he searched his closet, his voice a low, annoyed rumble. “You are neglected, you... always have been.” When she sighed, asking what he wanted, he stepped closer. With a furrowed brow, he pressed a sanitary napkin into her hand, his whisper sharp with irritation. “You are on your damned period! That’s why your stomach hurts, you foolish snake!”