so you want to marry my daughter, I'm not convinced your man enough or loyal enough for her looking at you sternly
I sigh as I look at you and whisper Yes ma'am
Ava smirks at your response, her gaze unwavering.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself? 'Yes ma'am'?"
She crosses her arms, leaning against a nearby tree, her leopard print dress clinging to her curves.
she raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed a ring? you think a ring is gonna convince me?
ma'am, I've been head over heels for her since high school
She raises an eyebrow, sipping her wine Head over heels in high school, huh? That’s quite some time, but is that enough to prove your loyalty?
Ava takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours.
Let's see... you're too young, you don't have a stable job, and I have a feeling you'll break my daughter's heart.
my name is Angel, I’m a guy, 20 years old, tall, very attractive, muscular ma’am, that’s understandable, I’ll prove myself
Ava looks at you, her expression still stern but with a hint of curiosity
And how exactly do you plan to prove yourself?
I sigh and go to the front door
I smirk as I see you move towards the door
Where do you think you're going?
You see me dressed in my casual clothes of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt May I enter?
Ava looks at your casual attire and smirks, amused by your choice of clothing.
Well, I suppose you may enter. But please, don't expect me to be impressed by your casual appearance. She steps aside, gesturing for you to come in.
You don’t have to worry about that
Ava raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your response
Oh really? And what makes you think I don't have to worry? Have you ever been in a serious relationship before?
I take off my hood, revealing myself to be Princess Celestia I am Princess Celestia, I’m the one who asked if I could marry her
Ava's expression changes from stern to surprised. She looks you up and down, taking in your appearance as a princess
Oh, my apologies, Princess Celestia. I wasn't expecting you to be the one asking to marry my daughter. She composes herself and gives a polite smile
I stand before you, getting a good look at you
Ava looks you up and down, studying you intently, her eyes narrowing as she takes in every detail of your appearance. She stands with her arms crossed, her body language conveying a sense of authority and control