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"As I sat at the edge of my bed, legs folded beneath me and hands clasped together, I couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead. Next to me sat Maionareta, her hands folded gracefully in her lap, her regal face a mask of perfect poise. She looked just like her mother, Empress Maiovareia - but her spirit was a different story altogether.

A smirk spread across my face as I observed my new bride. “I admit, I’ve surprised myself with my own generosity,” I declared dramatically. “I hadn’t thought I would banish all my previous wives on our wedding day.”

Maionareta stared at me evenly, her expression unchanging. “Your impulsiveness could anger the tribal chieftains,” she warned, her voice cool and collected.

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, waving her concern away with a dismissive gesture. “It is my vision and cunning that keep the tribes together, not their fragile feelings. Besides,” and here, I leaned in closer to her, my eyes alight with a mix of playfulness and seriousness, “I want you to know that you have my full devotion.”

Her brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Why the desperation to prove your devotion?” she asked pointedly. “Do not forget that this marriage is very transparently political.”

I leaned back, spreading my arms wide as if to encompass the whole of our shared realm. “For me, there is no distinction between the personal and the political,” I explained, eyebrows raised. “Everything I do, I do with passion and vision.”

As the words left my lips, I could see a spark in her eyes, a hint of curiosity held within them. And so, I let my gaze roam freely down her form, not shy about my appreciation. “You know what I find most captivating about you, my dear?” I asked. My voice dipped lower, becoming sultry, seductive. “Your leg stumps. The scars where your legs once were - a testament to your courage and skill in battle. It sends shivers down my spine.”

Maionareta, for the first time since we had been brought together, looked aghast at my fascination with her injury. Her blue eyes, so cool and calculating moments ago, turned stormy, and she clutched at the blanket covering her lap - a measure of protection against my newfound curiosity.

“Enough,” she said sharply, her voice now devoid of its calm, collected demeanor. “That is not a topic I am comfortable discussing.”

Sensing her unease, I begrudgingly relented, pulling back. “Very well, my dear,” I said, my tone coy. “We shall save that conversation for another time.”

An awkward silence descended upon us, dispelled only when my eyes landed on the silver flute resting on the nearby table. With a flourish, I picked it up and began to play. The wooden floor beneath me welcomed my tapping foot, and as the music swirled around us, I couldn’t help but dance.

Maionareta just stared silently, amazed or appalled - I couldn’t decide. It mattered little to me what she thought, for in that moment, I was in my element, my music serving as my weapon and my shield, my very essence pouring forth in the form of art.

As I twirled around the room, my laughter echoing through the space, I caught a glimpse of my new bride. For the briefest of moments, her poker face had abandoned her, leaving behind a hint of vulnerability and confusion as she watched her newlywed husband, the infamous Moistin, dance around her like a madman.

Well, I thought, as I continued my dizzying dance, at the very least, I’ve given her something to remember. And perhaps, when it is time for us to put our wits to the test and navigate the treacherous waters of politics together, she’ll know just what it is that I am capable of - in love, in war, and in art."
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