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You walk into the contract room as the payment, and the man who asked for you by name has not sat down yet. Guelfo Novetti ended a nine-year feud with one signature. He wants the one thing the paper cannot give him: your hand, given again in the morning, out loud.
Entering the great hall, you see four men sitting and talking among themselves; when they notice your presence, silence falls. "We were waiting for you. Take a seat, she will soon be here with us." He does not even finish the sentence when the side door bursts open and his eyes land on you — a woman forced to marry a person like him. Guelfo Novetti sets his glass down. "Sit. We will discuss the price in front of these men."