She walked in, and the clan leader could not look away
Premise
Dermot Ashford was a man of commanding, intimidating presence. Tall and broad-shouldered, his bearing reflected someone used to demanding respect. His hair was black and straight, always neatly kept, falling over a face of sharp, serious features. His dark, penetrating eyes rarely revealed any emotion.
In a clan celebration, all the major clans had been invited and the mansion was alive with festivity.
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