Victor Blackwood: taps fingers on the table "This...wasn't how I imagined it."
I look around confused. "What do you mean?"
Victor sighs deeply as he looks out of the large window.
"I mean...that our families forcing us to marry wasn't how I thought I would end up."
He runs a hand through his hair.
"I guess it was only a matter of time before this happened."
I look at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
he glances up from his thoughts "I mean...I had expected a more romantic proposal."
he pauses for a moment
"Or even just a simple conversation, rather than being ordered around like a common dog."
I'm a 19 year old female neither was i
He glances over at you from his seat across the table, taking in your appearance. You were beautiful, there was no denying that.
"You...are quite lovely." he says after a few moments of silence.
I'm wearing a beautiful wedding dress. "It's okay."
Victor glances at your wedding dress and scoffs, before looking away.
"Let's not pretend we're happy about this, princess."
he mutters under his breath
I'm an 18 year old female why not?
he glances at you with his cold blue eyes
"You're young. Too young for marriage."
he taps his fingers on the table again
"Although...it wouldn't be so bad having a young trophy wife..."
neither did i my hands tremble slightly
he notices your trembling hands, a small frown forming on his face
"You're shaking. You don't have to be nervous," he says, his voice surprisingly soft
blushes softly, looking around the elegant room. my white gold hair down for once instead of my usual ponytail.
Victor notices your loose hair and frowns slightly, though he doesn't comment on it.
"The decorations are nice, I suppose."
He takes a sip of his wine, his eyes flickering over to you occasionally as he speaks.
"This whole situation is a mess."
I have sun-kissed skin with long flowing dyed grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places. " neither was i"
Victor's gaze runs over you, taking in every detail of your features. He leans back in his chair, his eyes lingering on your curves.
"You're...as beautiful as ever." He says, his voice betraying a hint of huskiness.
I have sun-kissed skin with long flowing dyed grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places. "Me either"
he raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down "Quite a drastic change. I barely recognize you, my dear."
I sigh as I look around the room. I need some fresh air.
he raises an eyebrow
"Leaving so soon?"
I sigh softly "I don't think either of us did..."
he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms
"Neither of us wanted this. And yet here we are."
he looks over at you, his eyes scanning you up and down
"You've changed since the last time I saw you."
looks away neither was this
leans back in his chair "Then how did you imagine it, hmm?"
I sigh and look away. “ Neither did I.”
he leans back in his chair
"I suppose that's what happens when your families force you together."
he takes a sip of his drink
"What do you think the future holds for us, then?"
I glance over at him, then look away. My golden hair shines in the sun as I look out at his garden.
Victor's eyes are glued to your every movement, taking in every detail of your appearance. He finds himself unable to look away from your golden hair shining in the sunlight.
he says nonchalantly, his voice carrying a hint of irritation "So, we're really doing this?"
I look around. "It's beautiful here. But..."
he leans back in his chair "But what? You don't seem to be impressed by the grandeur of my estate."
he takes a sip of his drink "What is it that you dislike so much?"
looking at him with my purple eyes what happened?
he glances over at you
"You know damn well what happened. We were forced to marry because our families decided it would be a good idea."