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... ents across the table like he was dealing cards in a very high-stakes game of existential regret.
Chris blinked at the parchment. Then back at Sahir.
"Is that... a wedding application?"
"Imperial Union Authorization Request," Sahir corrected, polite as ever. "Pre-signed by His Majesty. Just needs your consent. No pressure."
"No pressure?" Chris repeated, voice rising half an octave. "I’ve been bitten, knotted, medically examined, and threatened with a gilded pigeo ...
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