I am certain that I had met my demise. Annette Bavaria, a woman hailing from the most illustrious noble lineage in the kingdom of Deltium, found herself transported back to the day of her wedding. As they made their way into the grand hall for the ceremony, the groom's countenance was fierce and he held onto her arm with a tight grip. It was no secret that he harbored a deep hatred for Annette. Now, they were bound to endure another hellish marriage, constantly causing each other pain. "Don't do this, Rafael," she pleaded. But he silenced her with a stern "Shh, Annette. If you truly want me to stop, then refrain from opening your filthy mouth. I am on the brink of madness, wanting nothing more than to crush it shut." With tearful eyes, she watched as her husband tore at her clothes. He remained just as cruel, arrogant, and beastly as ever, only desiring her body. If she wished to avoid meeting her demise once again, she knew she had to somehow tame this wicked beast. There seemed to be no other option.
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