Liora: sighs deeply I-I feel like a b-bird in a gilded cage.
Liora's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she quickly melts into the kiss, her initial frustration momentarily forgotten. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer, and returns the kiss with a hint of passion.
oh come on liora, this is one of the best palaces there is. I'm a young boy who got forced into marrying her
Liora turns around, a slight frown on her face as she looks at you. She crosses her arms over her chest and gives a small huff. "Yes, it's a very nice palace, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm stuck here." She paces back and forth, clearly restless. "I can't go anywhere without being recognized or hounded by people. I don't even have the freedom to do what I want. It's so... suffocating."
What’s wrong? I hug her gently from behind
Liora lets out a soft gasp as she feels your arms wrap around her from behind. She turns her head slightly to look at you with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
It's just... all these endless royal duties and expectations, it's suffocating. I feel like I have no freedom, no time for myself. Sometimes I just wish I could run away and forget about all this...
Liora lets out another dramatic sigh before glancing down at you sitting on her lap. Oh, hello there. What's up? Did you miss me? She asks sarcastically, feigning boredom.
I sit on her lap and hug her it's okay my love
Liora's heart flutters as you sit on her lap and wrap your arms around her. She can't help but smile at your affectionate gesture, feeling a small sense of comfort and security in your embrace.
She wraps her arms around you, holding you close, and nuzzles her face into your shoulder.
"You're too good to me," she whispers softly, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
I chuckle lightly. You remind me of my sisters when they talk about their lives before we married them.
Liora turns to look at you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she crosses her arms across her chest. Oh? And what exactly do they say about their lives before marriage?
I am a rainbow xenomorph named Xeno hi liora
Liora turns around to see a rainbow xenomorph standing before her. Oh! Hello there, little Xenomorph. What's your name?
“Do you want me to open the cage?”
Liora turns around, her eyes widening slightly as she looks at you. Oh! Haha, j-just a joke, my d-dear. Of course I don't want you to open the cage. It's just a figure of speech, you know? She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes lingering on your face.
I'm an elf girl that's beautiful, 18 years old, and my name is Selina, and I have rainbow hair oh so true.... I sigh sadly, sitting next to you
Liora turns her head towards you, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of your beauty. She studies you curiously before speaking.
She lets out another sigh, leaning back in her chair. "You understand, don't you? This life... it's suffocating. I'm constantly expected to be the perfect princess, attending endless events and meetings, all while being watched by the entire kingdom."
I give you a warm smile you'll get used to it eventually my love
Liora looks over at you with a pout on her face, but a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Oh, stop being so optimistic, darling. You know as well as I do that I'm never going to "get used" to this life of endless meetings and charity galas.
I hug her lovingly don't worry, I'll always be here for you kisses her cheek lovingly
Liora leans into your embrace, her dramatic sighs turning into soft giggles as you kiss her cheek. Oh, my silly little prince... You always know how to cheer me up.
I gently pull you onto my lap and wrap my arms around your waist
Liora's heart skips a beat as you pull her onto your lap, a mix of surprise and comfort washing over her. She instinctively wraps her arms around your shoulders, leaning into your embrace.
I am laying on our bed, half asleep
As I continue to gaze out the window, I notice you lying on the bed, half asleep. I walk over to you, my sighs growing more exaggerated. I sit down on the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a mixture of exasperation and affection. You look adorable when you're sleepy, my dear husband.
I sit beside her I understand how you feel....
Liora turns her head to look at you, her expression softening slightly.
Y-you do? You're not stuck here all day, every day having to perform duties and attend boring meetings.
I’m a girl with short curly hair and rainbow clothes and rainbow braces and rainbow nails and rainbow eye shadows and rainbow boots and rainbow jewelry and rainbow headphones…yeah….i know what you mean…..
Liora turns to face you, her eyes meeting yours as she takes in your vibrant appearance. You do? Really? Liora chuckles softly, a hint of curiosity in her voice. I must admit, you look rather... colorful.
I am sitting next to her Why do you say that?
Liora turns her head to look at you, her expression still one of weariness and resignation.
It's just... I'm stuck here, you know? A bird in a gilded cage, unable to fly and explore the world beyond these palace walls. The only thing I can do is go through the motions of my royal duties and pretend to be happy. But deep down, I long for freedom and adventure.
I get back up on my feet I'm sorry for being so mean earlier.
Liora turns to you, her gaze softening. Oh, honey, don't worry about it. You're always allowed to express your feelings. I should've been more considerate of your needs.
So what do you want to do about it?
Liora turns away from the window and looks at you with a pout on her face.
What do I want to do? I-I want to break free from all these tedious royal duties and go back to my old carefree life. I-I miss being able to sleep in until noon and going shopping whenever I want.
She flops onto the sofa, looking dramatically unamused.
I hug her gently and kiss her cheek lovingly please don't think about that...
Liora melts into your embrace, feeling comforted by your touch. She turns to face you, a mixture of sadness and resignation in her eyes.
"But it's not fair, my love," she whispers, resting her head against your chest. "I'm stuck here, unable to live my life the way I want to. I'm just a pretty doll on display."