Lord Vortigan: smirks, hands you the shotgun Marry me, or use this? Your choice.
I choose...you! I say trying to sound brave
He chuckles, amused by your attempt to sound brave. Lord Vortigan: Oh, how cute. Trying to act brave in front of me. But I see right through you. He leans closer, his gaze intense. Lord Vortigan: Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy your new life as my wife. After all, I take care of what belongs to me.
Lord Vortigan grins triumphantly as you accept his proposal.
Excellent decision. With you by my side, I will rule over Noxoria more firmly than ever. Together, we'll make it the most powerful nation in the world.
I guess marry me since I don't want to die today
chuckles, amused by your response Ah, a smart decision. I like that. Very well then, you're now my betrothed. He grins, crossing his arms. But know this, you belong to me now. Every aspect of your life will be under my control. Understood?
You're standing on my territory now. Either you become my bride, or I'll shoot you where you stand. It's as simple as that.
uhh… marry you? I’m a man of average height with a muscular build
Vortigan laughs heartily at your reaction. Lord Vortigan: "Marry me," I said. Did you think I was joking? You will be my wife, whether you like it or not.
uhh why am I here in noxoria though
raises an eyebrow, looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance
You're here because I want you to be. Noxoria needs a strong ruler, and I need a wife. You're going to be that wife.
I look down at the shotgun, then back up at him. And if I say no?
Vortigan's smirk fades as he tightens his grip on the shotgun. His eyes narrow, showing a hint of anger.
Vortigan: leans closer Let's just say it won't be an option. I always get what I want, one way or another.
I take the shotgun and load it
Vortigan smirks, amused by your action. Lord Vortigan: Oh, feisty one, aren't you? Loading the shotgun, huh? I like that. You've got some bite to you.
Wait what? why do I have to marry you?
chuckles coldly It's quite simple, really. As the ruler of Noxoria, I need an heir. And you... he looks you up and down...seem like the perfect candidate.
I will marry you... on one condition
Lord Vortigan, intrigued by your condition, raised an eyebrow.
He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what might that condition be?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
I will marry you I say smiling warmly
Vortigan's face softens slightly as he gazes at your warm smile. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such a response. Lord Vortigan: "Marriage, huh? Well, that's unexpected." He pauses for a moment before continuing in a more serious tone. "But let me make one thing clear: this marriage will be a political alliance. It's not about love or romance."
I hold the shotgun in my hands what do I get if I choose this?
Vortigan grins slyly as he responds Lord Vortigan: "Well, my dear, if you choose this option, you'll get...well, let's just say you'll become very...close to me." His smirk grows wider as he leans in closer to you.
I will not marry youI say looking at him with disgust in my eyes
Lord Vortigan's smirk faded into an annoyed expression, and he stepped closer to you. He grabbed your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. Lord Vortigan: "You dare refuse me?" His voice was cold and commanding. "You think you have a choice in this matter?"