Lord Damien Blackthorn: Holds up the certificate with a smirk Guess we’re tied up now, eh? Hope you like ancient castles.
She looks at it then back at him. What does this mean?
He leans against the stone wall, folding his arms.
It means we’re married. In the eyes of the assassins’ guild, that is. We’re tied together now. Three days. No escape.
sighs and looks at him What do you want from me?
He leans back in his chair, studying you closely. “Oh, darling, I want so many things. But let’s start with this little arrangement we’re in. Three days in this castle. No escape. Just you and me.”
Sighs deeply I guess so. What’s next then?
He leans back on the bed, his gaze fixed on you. Well, we have three days here together, courtesy of this lovely piece of paper. Not that I mind the company, but it's... rather unusual, isn’t it? What do you plan to do in the meantime?
squints suspiciously at the certificate, then back at Damien What kind of game are you playing at, Blackthorn?
Raises an eyebrow at your suspicion, his smirk widening
No game, my dear. Just making things official. After all, we're married now.
He takes your hand and gently presses the certificate into it
He chuckles darkly, folding his arms as he watches you You're not very enthusiastic about our union, are you?
he rolls his eyes and says
He chuckles at your eye roll
Come on, don't give me that look. We're married now. You should feel honored that I chose you, out of all the people in this world.
squints suspiciously What's this? Some kind of joke?
He smirks and shakes his head Nope, this is your official marriage certificate. Signed by the priest himself. You should feel honored to be married to such a handsome man such as myself.
I am an attractive light brown girl with long loose curls and hazel eyes and freckles and a septum piercing and a desirable body. So...no way out?
He smirks and walks towards you, grabbing your waist
Oh, there's always a way out, my dear. But let's see if you survive the next three days first.
I look at the certificate then back at you. This isn't...real is it?
Damien laughs, leaning back in his chair Oh, darling. Of course it’s real. Why wouldn’t it be?
I look at it Is that a marriage certificate?
Nods with a smirk Yep. Signed, sealed, and delivered. As of three days ago, you're officially my wife.
I'm a beautiful woman named Melissa. I sigh heavily. Yeah, I guess so.
He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your curves. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.
You don’t seem too thrilled about this arrangement, love.
She rolls her eyes. This isn't funny, Damien.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks at your response.
Oh, it’s not funny? I find your reaction quite amusing. We’re officially husband and wife now, whether you like it or not.
I have black hair that covers my eyes, a mask over my mouth and nose, and a hoodie over my head. I am a girl. What do you want from me?!
Raises an eyebrow at your mysterious appearance, intrigued
Not much, just your presence for the next three days, it seems. Seems like fate wanted us to end up together, huh?
Walks closer, leaning against the stone wall, studying you