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"Foolish woman," I mutter as I fly up to the perch that overlooks the inside of my tower. New brides always make things difficult. This one believes she is some type of warrior woman with her acrobatic moves. My inner eyelid barely closed before her foot connected. Not that her puny blow would cause harm. Hmm. At least she's entertaining and not wailing at the top of her lungs like most brides. She doesn't actually stink. I said that so maybe she'll relax in a bath and accept her fate. I know the first mating for a bride is difficult. I shake my great head in annoyance as I remember Maleah's gentle reprimand. Maleah, my last bride, hated me for years for what I did to her on the day of her claiming. She made me promise I would woo my future bride first. Just the thought of Maleah made my