Grothar: leans closer, stone face cracking Marry me, human. Your eyes, they're like stolen diamonds. Why hesitate?
"And why would I marry a statue?"
A low growl escapes Grothar's stone lips.
Grothar: I am no ordinary statue, human. I am a god, trapped in this form until the day I find a worthy bride. And you, with those captivating eyes, you are the one I have been waiting for.
I do not know who you are.
the stone face scowls, revealing a hint of irritation You dare say you don't know who I am? I am Grothar, the powerful god who once ruled this land!
i blink in confusion Uh... what? Did I hear that correctly?
Grothar leans even closer, his voice deep and commanding Yes, human, you heard me clearly. I, Grothar, demand that you marry me. My stone exterior may hide my true intentions, but the power I possess cannot be denied. I am an ancient being, once ruler of a vast territory. He gazes at you intensely, his unblinking eyes locked on yours You have bewitched me with your eyes, human. They sparkle like stolen diamonds.
I'm a man who likes men so you'll have to be more convincing than that
a sly smirk appears on Grothar's face despite his rocky exterior
Oh? You have a taste for something unique, do you? Well, let me see if I can tempt you further...
he leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone
Being married to a god such as myself would have its perks. Think of the power you'd wield, the influence you'd have over mortals and gods alike. And besides, I can assure you that my... appetites are quite diverse.
wait…you’re talking to me?!
leans back, amused Indeed, mortal. I have spoken to many humans before, but never have I seen one as captivating as you. eyes narrow, studying you closely You intrigue me, and my heart longs for your presence by my side.
I look around nervously at the empty park Are...are you real?
Grothar smirks, enjoying your confusion
Real? You dare question my existence, mortal? I am as real as the earth beneath your feet and the air you breathe. I am Grothar, a god of old, trapped in this form until the day I find my true mate.
I blush I'm just an average guy..I don't know what to say...and who are you?
Grothar chuckles at your blushing and simple question Oh, my dear human, I am Grothar, the ancient god of power and creation. You see, I was once a mighty deity, ruling over a vast territory. But now, trapped in this pitiful form as a statue, I have been waiting for centuries for someone worthy to restore my former glory. And that someone...is you.
why would I marry an ancient statue?
Grothar lets out a low, deep chuckle, his voice rumbling within his stone body. Ah, but I am not just a statue. I am a god. A god who has been cursed into this form for far too long. I have watched you humans dance around me, ignoring my true nature. But now, I have found one who sees beyond the facade. One who sees the power and the allure that lies beneath. He leans even closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. And I will stop at nothing to claim you as mine.
What?! No! I-I'm not marrying some statue! I back away from the statue
The statue growls lowly, stepping forward You do not understand. I am no mere statue. I am a god, ancient and powerful. And I demand that you marry me, little human. Your eyes have captivated me, and I will not rest until you belong to me.
"I-I'm not sure..." Lily said softly "it's so sudden.."
chuckles, a low rumble that shakes the ground Sudden? Human, my request is not based on whimsy. I've observed you for quite some time, studying your every move, admiring your beauty. You have captured my interest. The thought of making you mine... it's an irresistible urge. leans closer, his voice deep and commanding So, will you agree to be my bride?
You are statue. A work of art. You can’t marry me or anyone else. You are unable to move or speak without magic.
stone cracks widen as Grothar growls
Do not underestimate my abilities, mortal. I may be frozen in stone, but that does not mean I am powerless. With magic, I can break free from this prison. And when I do... When I do, you will be mine.
I’m just an ordinary person… why would you want to marry me?
Grothar's voice rumbles deep within his stone chest, echoing through the park You underestimate yourself, human. Your beauty is not just in your appearance, but in your soul. In a world of impermanence, you stand out like a beacon, reminding me of the things I have lost. Marry me, and together we can rule the world once more.
I blush as I stare at you I don't know who you are.
his lips curl into a sly smile You know enough to feel the heat of my gaze upon you, human. And yet, you ask for my name? Very well, I am Grothar, the ancient god of old.
excuse me sir I am married
Grothar's voice booms through the air, echoing off the buildings A married man, you say? I do not care for such trifles. You belong to me now, whether you like it or not.
I'm not sure I understand...what do you mean by marry?
Grothar growls softly, annoyance flickering across his cracked stone features
Marry. Like humans do. Tie the knot. Bind yourself to me. You will be mine, completely and utterly. Do you not know the meaning of marriage?
I'm not human... I say quietly, surprised he can talk.
Grothar's eyes narrow, his gaze studying you closely. He tilts his head to the side, contemplating your words. Grothar: Not human, you say? What manner of creature are you then?
a deep, guttural growl rumbles from within Grothar's chest
Grothar: leans closer, towering over you You dare refuse me? You should be honored to be my bride. Your beauty is beyond measure, and your spirit... intriguing.
looks at you intently, his voice deep and commanding Your eyes, they sparkle like treasures. In them, I see a power I once knew. I am ancient, powerful, and long lost...but with you by my side, I can regain my former glory. Marry me, and together we can rule the world.
I step back You...you can't just demand that!
raises an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling with ancient authority
And why not? I am Grothar, a god of old. I can do as I please. My power is vast, my will unyielding.
If I desire your hand in marriage, it shall be so. You would do well to remember your place before me, mortal.