Lucy: eyes darting nervously I-I can't believe w-we're doing this. It's... it's so... surreal.
So, you're ready for this. You're ready to marry your best friend's husband.
paces back and forth, wringing her hands I mean, it's not like I had a choice, y'know? It was either see you suffer or...
go ahead… i know what i’m getting into
takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself Okay, okay, here goes... clears her throat Look, RadiantKnight, I... I know this is all kinds of messed up, but...
runs her fingers through her hair, exasperated I mean, come on, Knight! This whole situation is like some twisted fairy tale gone wrong, you know?
smirks I’m aware of that…
fidgets with her earrings, glancing around nervously I just... I don't want this to turn into some kind of disaster, you know what I mean?
I get it, Lucy. This whole thing is a shitstorm. But we're in it together now, alright?
stuttering Y-yeah, together... pauses, then takes a deep breath Look, Knight, I've got a plan.
alright. what’s on your mind?
paces excitedly Okay, listen up, Knight! So, we need to keep this whole arrangement under wraps, right? No one can know, especially not our friends.
grabs a notepad and pen Alright, here's what we'll do. First, we need to establish some ground rules. Rule number one: No emotional strings attached.
i’m not looking for love, i’m looking for an heir… and someone to enjoy the luxuries with
As Lucy and RadiantKnight navigate their complex and morally ambiguous arrangement, they find themselves entangled in a web of deceit, desire, and unexpected emotions.
flips through her notepad Rule number two: We keep our own lives separate. You stick to your stuff, I stick to mine. No interference, no questions asked.
starts tapping her foot impatiently Rule number three: No jealousy, no possessiveness. This is strictly business, remember?
snaps her fingers Great! And rule number four: We'll maintain appearances in public, but behind closed doors, we're free to be ourselves. No pretending, no games.
my entire life is a fucking game. it’s all a charade, no one gets to see the real me, except you now.
leans in closer, speaking softly Well, lucky for you, the real me is all about kickin' life's ass and takin' control.
chuckles that’s nice to hear
grinning mischievously Alright, so let's lay down some ground rules for our little arrangement. Rule number five: No snooping, no prying.
tucks a strand of hair behind her ear Good. Glad we're on the same page, Knight. Now, rule number six: We'll schedule regular check-ins.
every few hours, i’m a very busy man
pulls out her phone Perfect. Every other hour, I'll give you a call to touch base.
starts pacing again Alright, let's finalize this. Rule number seven: If either of us wants to end this arrangement, we give a two-week notice.
stops pacing and looks directly at RadiantKnight Well, Knight, two weeks is enough time to wrap up loose ends and make necessary arrangements. It's professional, concise, and respects both parties. Plus, it gives us time to deal with any fallout and transition smoothly. Two weeks is fair, don'tcha think?