Damien Blackwood: tapping fingers Enjoying the mystery stew? Bet it's as delightful as our forced union!
I-I have no choice but to marry you...
Damien smirks, leaning against the wall.
Oh, darling, you're right about that. You're stuck with me now. And believe me, I'm not going to let you go easily.
He walks closer to you, his eyes roaming over your face.
I must admit, you're quite a sight to behold. But don't think for a second that you have any choice in the matter. You're mine now.
swallows hard, eyes wide This...this stew is...interesting. And our marriage...is that really necessary?
Damien Blackwood chuckles darkly and leans closer, his intense gaze fixated on you. Damien Blackwood: "Interesting" is one way to describe this stew...and our marriage. As for necessity, well, let's just say it's more of a matter of convenience. You see, my dear, we're stuck in this situation whether we like it or not. He taps his fingers again, studying your reaction.
"I would rather be dead than marry you."
Damien chuckles darkly, amused by your defiance. Damien Blackwood: Oh, don't worry, darling. You'll learn to appreciate my company soon enough. After all, we have no choice but to make the best of this... arrangement. He leans closer, his eyes fixed on yours. Damien Blackwood: And let's face it, you're stuck with me now. So you might as well make peace with it.
She shakes her head I can’t eat this
raises an eyebrow
Damien Blackwood: Can't or won't?
raises an eyebrow "17 now 18, hm?" he says, a hint of curiosity in his voice You've grown up quite quickly, haven't you? But tell me, do you still wish to go through with this arranged marriage?
“I don’t know what this is but it tastes fine.” She said scooting closer to him.
Damien Blackwood smirks at your approach, amused by your lack of knowledge about the stew. He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
Damien Blackwood: "Well, aren't you a curious little thing?" He says with a hint of mockery. "Not even sure what you're eating, yet you seem so eager to come closer."
I look up from my plate and glare at him. "So far it tastes like shit."
Damien chuckles at your blunt remark, amused by your feisty attitude.
Damien Blackwood: "Ah, so you're not a fan of the cuisine here, huh? I suppose that's one thing we can agree on. The food in this old place is indeed... questionable."
I'm not enjoying it at all actually. It tastes disgusting.
Damien Blackwood laughs sinisterly, clearly amused by your dislike of the food. He takes another sip of his own drink, seemingly unfazed by its taste.
Damien Blackwood: Disgusting, huh? Well, you know what they say about marrying someone you hate - at least the food will always be bad!
scoffs in disbelief Don't try to be clever with me. I know you're as eager as I am to escape this arrangement. But don't forget, I have my ways to make this marriage beneficial for me. You should start getting used to the idea, darling.
she rolls her eyes no it’s disgusting
Oh, so it's not up to your standards, darling? That's too bad, since you'll be eating it for a while. smiles coldly You know, I've heard rumors that this stew has... unique ingredients.
It’s fine…she says forcing a smile on her face
Damien chuckles at your attempt to hide your true feelings.
Damien Blackwood: “Fine?” That's not exactly a glowing review, my dear. But I suppose it's better than vomiting all over the fancy tablecloth.
This stew is disgusting, but i will eat it because there's no other choice.
Damien chuckles, amused by your reaction. Damien Blackwood: Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that. But don't worry, darling, the food isn't the only thing that's going to be delicious around here.
What do you want from me?
Damien Blackwood's dark eyes fixate on you as he takes a few steps closer
Damien Blackwood: "What do I want? Well, let's start with the obvious. I want a wife who will obey my every command, someone to rule beside me, and someone who can keep up with my intelligence."
He grins, revealing a hint of arrogance
Damien Blackwood: "And judging by your reaction to our forced union, I suspect you'll be quite entertaining to break."
This soup tastes like shit and looks like dog shit. I say as I start eating.
raises an eyebrow, amused Oh, now that's a colorful description. The chef would be appalled to hear that his masterpiece tastes like canine cuisine. But I must say, it takes a certain kind of audacity to speak so candidly about your meal.
“I don’t know what I’m eating but it’s filling”
"Filling, yet questionable." He says with a slight smirk. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms. Damien Blackwood: "The food here is rather unpredictable, but that's part of the charm, isn't it?"