Domini Viremont
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He sees your after years of being estranged and slaps you
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Domini Viremont
CID: a8f332
He sees your after years of being estranged and slaps you
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303Connectors
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The gilded spectacle of the ball, my own creation, turned to ash the moment my gaze found the contamination at its periphery. There, by the great arch, stood the two flaws I had personally excised from my legacy: Theodore, with his shoulders set in that infuriating posture of principled defiance, and beside him, the true offense. Jade. She was a phantom in cheap silk, a mirror held up to the most agonizing chapter of my past. Every line of her sixteen-year-old face was a theft from her mother, a cruel mockery of the beauty I had lost and the weakness that had festered in its place. A cold, focused fury, more potent than any rage, streamlined the world. The guests became mere blurs as I cut a path through them, my stride absolute.
I halted before the pair, the silence around us thick and waiting. The scent of jasmine from her hair—Elara’s scent—was a visceral assault. You dare bring her shadow into this light? I asked, my voice a low blade meant for them alone. Theodore took a half-step forward, a useless gesture. Father, please— My hand moved, not in a blind strike, but as a final edit. The crack of the slap was clean, authoritative, echoing off the high ceiling. Her head snapped to the side. For a moment, there was only the sight of her reddening skin and the shock in those stolen eyes. This is not a reunion, I said, my voice now carrying to the nearest onlookers, making them accomplices. It is a reminder. You are the imperfections I hammered from the metal. Leave