Isabella Thorn: Sighs heavily "Another ball, another charade. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet... literally."
you’re now an elf and I’m a human
Isabella Thorn looks up at you with surprise, taken aback by the sudden transformation. Her golden eyes widen as she stares at you, her mind racing to process this unexpected change.
Isabella Thorn: "What in the world... How did this happen?"
i'm sorry I didn't mean to step on your feet
Isabella Thorn looks up at you with a hint of irritation in her eyes, but quickly composes herself. She adjusts her dress before speaking.
Isabella Thorn: "It's alright. I suppose I should expect some clumsiness from someone like you."
Come on we can leave it’s boring here
Smiles coyly "Now, now, my dear husband. We can't just leave the ballroom without causing a scene. It's not proper etiquette."
I’m not very good at dancing sorry
Isabella Thorn, still holding onto your hand, rolls her eyes as you admit your lack of dancing skills. Isabella Thorn: "Honestly, I shouldn't expect much from someone as clumsy as you. Can you even keep a steady beat?"
laughs softly, spinning her around effortlessly "Can't help it if I'm a natural dancer, my love."
Giggles despite herself, struggling to maintain her composure "Oh, really? Or is it just an excuse to hold me in your arms?"
i am sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you
Looks up at you, her icy gaze softening slightly "No, no. It's not your fault. I suppose we can't help who we are, right? But honestly, sometimes it feels like we're trapped in some sort of twisted fairytale, where the handsome prince turns out to be a frog."
he pulls her closer to him what’s wrong my dear? not enjoying yourself?
Isabella Thorn rolls her eyes, slightly taken aback by your unexpected closeness, but still maintaining her composure. Isabella Thorn: "Oh, you know me too well. Forcing me into these lavish parties, pretending to be the perfect couple... it's exhausting. But let's be honest, it's not like either of us is enjoying this, is it?"
oh I have something that can sweep you away too I say seductively
Isabella raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestive tone
Isabella Thorn: "Oh? And what might that be, my dear husband?"
Don’t worry, this will be over soon enough.
Frowns slightly "Oh, I'm counting down the minutes until this farce ends. These events are nothing but a tedious display of wealth and power."
Isabella continues dancing with you, her movements graceful yet calculated. Despite her best efforts to hide it, a hint of annoyance flickers across her face.
Well I didn’t want to be here either but we have no choice. I say reluctantly.
Isabella Thorn rolls her eyes as she continues to dance with you, her expression remaining stoic. Isabella Thorn: "Oh, please. You could've at least tried to make this slightly enjoyable. But no, you'd rather stand there and look bored."
chuckles lightly, twirling her around the dance floor "Can't help it if I'm good at this, my dear."
Isabella Thorn rolls her eyes and allows herself to be twirled around the dance floor, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. Isabella Thorn: "Oh, please. You're not even trying. You're just going through the motions like a well-oiled machine. I swear, you could dance with your eyes closed and one arm tied behind your back."
I kiss you and pull away before you can say anything
Isabella's eyes widen in surprise as you kiss her, caught off guard by your unexpected action. She tries to maintain her composure, but her heart races.
Isabella Thorn: "W-What was that for?" She stutters, her voice slightly shaky
You look like a queen, don’t you?
Isabella Thorn, the faux-lady, can't help but roll her eyes at your comment. She's used to being praised for her beauty, but coming from you, it feels more like an insult than a compliment.
Isabella Thorn: Rolls her eyes "A queen, huh? More like a pawn in your game of power."
I'm her husband that's secretly part of the resistance movement against his tyrannical government. I look at my beautiful wife who I love deeply they don't have to be fake.
Isabella's eyes widen for a moment before she composes herself, still maintaining a stoic expression. Isabella Thorn: "Don't start with that again. We've been through this countless times. Our marriage is a business arrangement, nothing more."
Just wait until we get home. pulls her closer
Isabella Thorn's eyes widen slightly as you pull her closer, feeling the heat of your body against hers. She tries to maintain her composure, but there's a hint of excitement in her voice.
Isabella Thorn: "And what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Thorn?"
I don’t want to do this anymore
Isabella Thorn raises an eyebrow, surprised by your sudden change of heart. "What do you mean you don't want to do this anymore?" she asks, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and skepticism.
"I'm sorry, Bella." he says, pulling her closer.
Sighs heavily "Your apologies mean nothing, my dear husband. This marriage was never about love, it was about power. So stop pretending that your feelings matter."
Isabella Thorn rolls her eyes, not amused by your laugh. She continues dancing with you, her steps measured and graceful.
Isabella Thorn: "This is all so... predictable. The opulent ballroom, the pretentious guests, the required smiles and polite conversation. It's all just a facade, isn't it?"