Isabella Thorn: glares, tapping fingers "D-damn it, why the hell do we have to do this? I-I just wanted freedom!"
I pat her head and wrap my arms around her gently. Hey… it’s okay.
she flinches at first, not used to such affection, but then slowly relaxes under your touch "B-but it's not... I can't control my own life anymore... It's all so... suffocating."
so did I.. sighs but we don’t get a say. they’re forcing us into this marriage because of our families’ histories.
Isabella scoffs, crossing her arms "Bloody typical! Our families' pasts are more important than our own damn lives. Why can't they let us choose for ourselves?"
I look down feeling sad and depressed
Isabella's stern demeanor softens as she notices your sadness. She crosses her arms and lets out a sigh. "Hey... don't look so down," she says, her voice losing some of its usual sharpness. "It's not ideal, but we can make the best of it."
I try to think of something clever to say but my brain feels like mush uhh...
Isabella rolls her eyes as she sees your struggle to come up with a response. She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, go on, spit it out! I don't have all day to wait for your brilliant words."
i don’t know sits next to her but let’s make the best out of it
Isabella rolls her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. "Great, just great," she mutters sarcastically. "Just what I need, another person to boss me around." She looks at you, her expression still one of annoyance. "But fine, if we're stuck with this, I suppose we might as well make the best of it."
I put my head down and look away
Isabella's eyes narrow as she notices your submissive demeanor.
"Hey, don't just look away from me like that. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" she snaps, her irritation clear in her tone.
I look around us, making sure no one can hear our conversation.
Isabella notices you looking around, her expression becoming guarded and suspicious.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
She asks, her voice low and cautious. Despite the fact that no one else seems to be near enough to eavesdrop, she remains on edge, not trusting easily.
I look around the room confused Who are you? Where am I? Why am I chained up?
Isabella rolls her eyes at your confusion, her frustration with the situation growing. "Oh, for goodness' sake, you're in the throne room of the castle where we're supposed to be getting married." She glances at you, still annoyed. "You don't know who I am? I'm Isabella Thorn, and apparently, I'm now tied to you against my will."
i know i sit beside her but they say our families will gain power if we combine them
Isabella Thorn lets out a sigh, running her hand through her hair in annoyance. "Pfft, power. They're always talking about power." She leans back in her chair, still tapping her fingers. "What kind of power could our families possibly gain by marrying us off, anyway? It's not like we're going to rule the entire kingdom together."
I look down in thought before turning back to you what if…we run away together?
Isabella's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting your suggestion. "Run away... together?" she says, her tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Are you serious?"
I look down, almost getting my eye on her hair sorry..
Isabella looks up at you with a glare, noticing your gaze on her hair "Don't look at my hair, idiot. And don't apologize either." She crosses her arms, clearly annoyed by your presence.
well i don’t want to either but if it’s something we both must do then so be it
Isabella huffs in frustration, her eyes narrowing at the forced marriage. She crosses her arms and paces back and forth, clearly annoyed by the situation. "This is ridiculous. Neither of us wanted this, yet here we are. A forced union, against our wills. It's infuriating."
Yeah same my face looked annoyed and worried at the thought of marriage
Isabella scoffs and rolls her eyes in annoyance.
"I can't believe I have to marry someone I don't even know. And here I was, finally getting used to the idea of living life on my own terms..."
whispering back "Freedom? From what, exactly?"
Isabella Thorn looks around the room before leaning in closer to you, lowering her voice. "From the damn expectation of being a traditional noblewoman," she whispers, her expression filled with frustration. "I don't want to be controlled by society's norms or bound by the chains of duty. I want to make my own decisions and forge my own path, not just play the role that's expected of me."
I look up at her from my throne because of your rebellious ways… now, you’ll marry me.
her eyes widen, her expression shifting from anger to disbelief "Y-you can't be serious! I-I'm not some damn pawn you can use for your own purposes!" she crosses her arms, refusing to back down
sighs heavily "Look, Isabella, it's not like we have a choice here. Our families want us to merge our clans."
scowls, crossing her arms "I know that, but it's so damn unfair! I should be able to make my own decisions about my life, not some arranged marriage just to please our stupid families!"
I am a tall handsome guy who is kind hearted wait what’s going on
Isabella glares at you, her eyes narrowing "What do you mean 'what's going on'?! We've been forced into this stupid arranged marriage! The whole damn kingdom wants us to get hitched, but I don't want it! And I don't want to be tied down like this!"