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.

typically affable?

her response. With unwavering resolve, Marcus intoned, “If you are

transgressions bore myriad unfavorable tales about Millie, yet Marcus chose to consign these to oblivion. The future held promise,

utterances? I’ve not

her head ensued. What foul language had she spouted? Her utterance of “shit”

relevance. She believed herself inculpable on

the very least, exercise

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

the distance to the balcony, her sight was met by Marcus ensconced within

on the previous night’s balcony but also within the confines of the

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