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A/N: No names named but I'm sure you'll know who I'm talking about.

-- Avarice --

Avarice. Greed. It is the basest of base human emotions. It is something we all feel. Some more than others.

I have always been content to be a follower, never desiring too much power. She is different. She craves power, his power. He tempts her with promises then asks for the impossible from her. Yet still she follows any order given, trying to please him.

Of course she fails in her missions, because he rarely sets her a task that would be even remotely possible to accomplish. But she keeps trying. Because she feels that the reward for a single success is worth the punishment for any number of failures.

But there is one thing he will never offer her. Can never offer her.

Love.

She wants it, of course. Even though she knows she will never have his love. She is greedy. She wants him, but she also wants love.

That is why she married me.

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