Royal Blacksmith

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"I told him I won't marry him if he doesn't take us both," said Mary.

"WHAT?!!!" Letitia yelled so loud that it echoed throughout the shop.

Mary rubbed her ringing ears. "Easy on the volume, girl."

"Why did you tell him that?! I didn't ask for you to say that!"

"Well, he told me he was interested to start a harem, so I thought you'd be a good choice."

"What?" she asked and turned around to hide her reddening face. "How could someone want me?" she muttered. "I'm ugly, I have a scar on my forehead, and I'm always dirty."

"He said you're pretty, you know if you just try."

"H. . . he. . . did?"

"Yeah, so let me prepare you." She pulled Letitia upstairs. "He's gonna meet us here soon."

"SOON?!!! Why here?!"

"Just hurry."