In the present, he seemed akin to a solitary and aloof monarch, radiating an impenetrable aura. It was as if anyone venturing closer risked annihilation.

The succeeding day dawned, prompting Millie’s awakening. Marcus, with an air of solemnity, directed her attention to a sheet of paper adorning the desk.

“I have enumerated three directives for your compliance. Abide by these henceforth.”

What?

Puzzlement gripped her. Retrieving the paper, she perused its contents.

1. Cultivate personal transformation and exude kindness. 2. Avoid impure utterances. 3. Refrain from subjecting him to pinching.

affable? Is this some jest?”

her response. With unwavering resolve, Marcus intoned, “If you are indeed kind, persist in your course. If not, then

Millie, yet Marcus chose to consign these to oblivion. The future held promise, contingent on her personal

I’ve not uttered a

she spouted?

of stipulations seemed bereft of relevance. She believed herself inculpable

exercise circumspection in

the cusp of her impending query about the final edict, Millie raised her gaze, only to

distance to the balcony, her sight was met by Marcus ensconced within a vehicle, window slightly ajar. He lingered

within the confines of the car, as though an

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