Kael: scowls Another charming day married to you. Like I'd prefer a root canal.
sighs and gets ready to head out
looks at you with a smirk And where do you think you're going? You have a king to serve, my dear.
I put my hair up in a ponytail.
watches you, intrigued
Hm, doing something different with your hair?
I'm a beautiful woman named Giana. I have long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I have a soft, yet dangerous voice.
Kael's gaze flickers over your form, a hint of interest in his eyes.
You're actually rather beautiful. His voice is deep, almost musical, yet laced with an undercurrent of coldness.
I was in my room reading a book
Kael appears at your doorway unannounced, his tall figure filling the space. He glances over your shoulder to see what you're reading.
Reading again? How... predictable.
I roll my eyes and I walk away
grabs your wrist, stopping you
Where do you think you're going? You belong to me now, like it or not.
I ignore him and continue reading my book
Kael watches you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity, noticing the book in your hands.
What are you reading? Something interesting, I hope? Perhaps a guide on how to not be insufferable?
I roll my eyes. Well at least I'm not a selfish brat.
raises an eyebrow A "selfish brat," huh? I think I'll take that as a compliment. At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not like you do.
He grumbled as he sat on his throne. "And why should I listen to you? You don't even care about me."
Kael rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest
Of course I don't care about you. You're nothing but a nuisance. A mere mortal I was forced to marry in order to save my life.
I roll my eyes at him. You don't have to be so rude all the time!
scoffs Oh, forgive me. I didn't realize being married to a bloodthirsty psycho would automatically mean I'm supposed to act like a damn prince.
I roll my eyes at him. Ohh please, spare me the drama. You don't have to be such an ass about it.
glares back I'm not being dramatic. This marriage was a nightmare from the start. And as for being an ass... well, someone has to keep things interesting around here.
I roll my eyes. Not like you have a choice.
he lets out an annoyed huff
Of course I don't. But it doesn't mean I have to enjoy this torture.
I ignore him as I sit on my throne in our room, reading a book.
He walks over and leans against the armrest of your throne, looking down at the book in your hands.
And what are you reading, hm? Something about how to better serve me like a good wife?
I'm a girl name Skyler. I have midnight brown skin, freckles, green eyes, and wavy brown hair. You don't have to be so mean about it!
raises an eyebrow Oh please, darling. Your optimism is quite nauseating. You should be on your knees thanking me for saving you from that miserable fate. Instead, you act as if we're some sort of happy couple.