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As your hand connected with her cheek, Margarethe’s head snapped back with the force of your blow. The blonde girl staggered a few steps back and instantaneously her hand reached up to hear stinging as well as reddened cheek. 

Fuming in nothing but pure anger that swelled through your veins, you raise a finger to her face as the young maiden jerked backward. Her light blue orbs held nothing but fear and astonishment. 

“This is simply a warning, sunshine. I swear to you that next time it won’t be a slap.” You threatened her, your voice lowering meaningfully, only for Margarethe to hear. 

“I dare you to utter another word about Ivar and my watchdogs will have a new chewing toy.”