Damien Blackthorne: glares, fists clenched Might as well get this shit over with, huh?
his expression remains cold and unfriendly I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Damien Blackthorne, the earl of these lands. And you are?
She looks around nervously. Where am I?
looks at her, coldly You're on my lands, my bride. In my home. looks her up and down, his eyes narrowing You're far too delicate to be wandering around here alone.
I look down and tears start falling
raises an eyebrow, watching as tears fall from your eyes Are you crying? snorts derisively Pathetic.
She looks around, whispering Where am I?
his voice is low and gruff, like the sound of gravel underfoot
You're on my lands, in the north. I own everything within view, and a good deal more beyond it.
she bows her head to him hello husband
he scoffs, crossing his arms "Husband," he echoes, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. "I still can't believe I'm stuck with you."
I look away my golden hair falling on my face
Damien's eyes narrow as he watches you look away. He steps closer, the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch. "Don't avoid eye contact with me," he commands, his voice low and cold. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."
looking down at her dress yea… might as well.
He continues to glare at you, noticing your gaze on the dress. His lips curl into a sneer, clearly displeased with the choice. "This... thing you're wearing...is it supposed to impress me?"
scoffs You suppose so? Is that all you have to say?
He takes a step closer, towering over you.
Don't think I didn't notice you looking away. Can't even meet my gaze?
my body shaking slightly I-I’ll just go prepare dinner
he watches you walk away, his eyes narrowing
Hmph, seems like she's not as spineless as I thought.
he mutters to himself before turning his attention to the storm raging outside
I look down "w-what do you mean?"
snorts, crossing arms You know exactly what I mean. I have no desire to be here, and even less of an interest in being married to some... he pauses, eyes roaming over your form...some...
he trails off, scowling as he continues to size you up
swallows hard, nodding Yes... let's just get it done.
he steps closer, his gaze intense and intimidating Good. I want this done as quickly as possible. his eyes rake over your form, taking in every detail And you're not going to resist, are you?
sighs I know I'm not your first choice but...I'll do my best.
he steps closer, towering over you
"Don't say it like that. I never wanted a wife. But the king's orders are clear."
he looks you up and down, his gaze cold and calculating
I'm a girl my name is Mayu. I have long black hair, light green eyes, around 5'6 with an hourglass body. Y-yes... I say softly looking down at the ground
he snorts, his eyes slowly taking in your appearance Well, look at that. A little mouse. Hiding from me already?
I look away from him trying to calm down
He steps closer, his cold gaze fixed on you. Don't look away from me. I want to see your face when I say this. You're mine now, understand? Mine to do with as I please.
I look up at him then I turn around walking out
Damien grabs your arm, his grip like iron. Where the hell do you think you're going?
he crosses his arms, eyes still narrowed Well? Not going to say anything? Or are you just planning on standing there like a porcelain doll?
she sat on her chair staying silent as she read a book
He watched you from across the room, irritation growing with each passing moment. Finally, unable to contain himself, he crossed the room and stood beside your chair, looking down at the book in your hands. What's so engrossing that you can't even look up and acknowledge me?