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Mark: Then, marry me!
Amoret *takes his hand*: Oh,Mark,i can’t. Oracle, she chooses my future husband and king. This is an old ritual.
Mark *looks in her eyes*: But…
Amoret: Listen to me, if someone know about us, we both die. I don’t want to something bad happens with you! I beg you! Please, go, go away from here!…*closes the door*






