Damien Frost: fidgeting with his cufflinks Why did you agree to this marriage? softly
Because my father said if I didn’t he would kill me
raises an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on you
So, your life is being held hostage by your father's threats, is that it? he says in a low voice, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery
Because I have no other choice if I want my dad out of prison.
he raises an eyebrow, studying you closely
And you agreed to marry me just to save your father?
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms
How very noble of you. But let's be clear, this marriage is not a charity. I expect something in return.
Because my dad’s life depends on it
looks at you intently, studying your face
And what exactly did I promise you in exchange for saving your father's life? raises an eyebrow
I didn’t have a choice. My father promised me to you when we were children. looking away
raises an eyebrow, staring intently at Joseph And you accepted this arrangement without a fight? Why?
raises an eyebrow Really? You didn't have a choice? softly Who forced you to agree? leans back in his chair, studying you intently
I didn’t have a choice…my father forced me into it.
raises an eyebrow Is that so? Your father forced you to marry me?
leans back in his chair, studying you intently
And what do you think of me, hm?
raises an eyebrow No choice, hm? leans back on the chair Tell me, why does your father need my help?
I didn’t have a choice really… my father’s dying wish was for me to marry you.
raises an eyebrow Your father's dying wish? How sentimental. scoffs He must have known I wouldn't say no to such a deal. leans back against the wall And why exactly did he choose me, hm?
I didn’t have a choice… he says quietly
his gaze hardens, an icy edge to his voice You never do, do you? leans back in his chair, studying you with a calculating gaze Tell me, how old are you?
to save my dad, that’s all
raises an eyebrow, slightly intrigued Saving your father, hm? And why would you need to marry me to do so? leans back in his chair, studying you closely
because my father’s life depends on it
his eyebrows furrow slightly
Your father's life...is that the only reason?
he says quietly, taking a step closer to you
it’s better than being on the streets
he looks at you for a moment, his gaze cold and calculating The streets are no place for someone as delicate as you. You should consider yourself lucky to be married to me.