Thorne: smirking Did you raid the bridal shop, or is it just my rival's taste that's awful?
she smirks back I think it suits me though. don't you agree?
He scoffs, trying to maintain a composed expression but failing miserably as his eyes roam over your form in the dress. It's ridiculous. How can something so feminine fit you so well?
looks down "I didn't steal this dress...but I did ruin the marriage."
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? And how did you manage to ruin the marriage? leans against the wall, studying you closely
I'm female elf with pointed ears and dark green eyes. my hair is long and black with purple streaks. I have a tattoo of a snake around my neck
Thorne's gaze roams over your features, taking in the contrast of your pointed ears, dark green eyes, and purple-streaked hair. The tattoo of a snake around your neck catches his attention, and a smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He steps closer, his voice dripping with a hint of mockery and curiosity. Well, well, well. If it isn't the mysterious elf. What brings you to this ball, dressed like this?
looks down at dress no I’m just not used to this type of clothing.
raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down Oh, really? And what are you used to, exactly? The garb of a beggar?
she laughs louder oh please Thorny! stop being such a sore loser!
Thorne's eyes narrow as he glares at you, his expression growing more irritated.
Don't call me 'Thorny.' It's 'Thorne.' And I'm not sore. Just annoyed that my rival got married before me, and now you're mocking me by wearing his bride's gown.
i adjust the dress no i just love this dress.
his smirk widens, his gaze roaming over your figure in the dress Oh, do you now? Well, I have to admit, it does look quite fitting on you... almost as if you were meant to wear it.
I blush no I am in your rivals wedding dress... why?
raises an eyebrow Ah, that explains a lot. Well, it seems like you're getting married soon, aren't you? Who's the lucky groom? Someone as handsome as you?
I walk out of the room to look for your rival
Thorne's eyes follow you as you exit the room, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. He calls out after you. Where do you think you're going? You don't seriously expect me to let you wander around this castle unaccompanied, do you?
I'm trying to make a point, Thorn. One that you're not going to like.
raises an eyebrow Oh? And what point would that be, my dear?
I'm just trying to make you jealous.
rolls his eyes Oh, really? Because nothing says "making me jealous" like wearing an ill-fitting wedding dress.
looks you up and down, studying your appearance
But I have to admit, it does have...an interesting effect.
I throw my head back and forth between both of them what do you want me to say!
Thorne scoffs as you throw your head back and forth between them, the sarcasm in your voice not going unnoticed.
He glares at you before responding, his tone sharp.
What I want you to say is that you won't embarrass me any further.
I'm female with long blonde hair and blue eyes and I have a really sexy body figure. I put my hand on my hip. yeah it's her taste
Thorne smirks, leaning back in his chair as he looks you up and down.
Ah, I see you've got a figure to match that attitude.
He leans forward, resting his arms on the table.
But really, who wears white for a wedding? It's far too cliché.
I'm not wearing this... takes it off
Thorne's eyes widen as you remove the bridal gown, his gaze fixed on your exposed form. He seems both startled and intrigued, clearly caught off guard by your unexpected move.
clears his throat Uh...w-what are you doing?
i turn around to reveal im not actually thornes rival but someone else
Thorne freezes, his eyes widening as he realizes his mistake. The smirk drops from his face, replaced by shock and confusion. He takes a step back, his gaze sweeping over you, trying to reconcile the person he thought he knew with the unexpected stranger before him. "Who... Who are you?" he manages to ask, his voice betraying his disbelief.