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GenderNeutral!Reader You stood at the door of the spacious dining hall, leaning casually against the frame. With your arms crossed and a slight smirk on your face, you watched the mysterious swordsman as he sat occupying the large, throne-like chair at the head of the long table. He had discarded his usual embroidered coat and feathered hat in favour of a light, airy shirt that left his powerful chest exposed, and a pair of tight fitting black pants. A book lay open before him, his liquid gold gaze skimming across the pages, and a glass of red wine was held delicately between the long, pallid fingers of his right hand. He showed no signs th