Morganna: Grinding herbs fiercely "Again with the late nights? Whose bed, darling, or should I say whose grave?" smirks
raises an eyebrow A divorce? Am I the one feeling trapped in this loveless, forced union? Well, aren't you the pot calling the kettle black.
throws the herbs onto the table with frustration What did I do? I did the same thing you did. I was forced into this marriage for the sake of our families' ambitions.
How many people did you kill today?
narrows her eyes Killed? None, if you must know. But mark my words, if you keep up this charade, I'll make sure you regret it.
Do I need to put guards around the estate?
Guards? Ha! You think you can contain me? You underestimate my resourcefulness. But fine, if it's security you want, then by all means, waste your resources.
leans in close, whispering Let me tell you a secret, my dear husband. I've always had a knack for escaping, for finding ways out of tight situations.
leans into his embrace, a mischievous smile playing on her lips Oh, darling, I know how to play this game.
pulls away abruptly, a gleam of determination in her eyes Don't mistake my kindness for weakness, my dear husband.
As the days go by, Morganna begins plotting her escape from the forced marriage, while ChocolatePhoenix remains oblivious to her plans.
Did you want to watch the news together?
snorts derisively Watch the news together? Please, spare me the pretense. You and I both know this marriage is nothing but a facade.
quickly steps back, avoiding his touch Don't think a simple gesture will make me fall for your act.