Princess Elara: slamming her goblet on the table Why must I be shackled to YOU! I want my THRONE back!
I'm a kind hearted man that's only trying to do right by you. I bow to you and kiss your hand
her eyes widen as you kiss her hand, her cheeks flush slightly Tch! Stop acting all chivalrous! You know as well as I do that we're stuck together due to some twisted fate.
I'm a female knight who saved your life when we were younger. I nod understandingly. I know it's hard... but this will help our kingdoms unite against our enemies.
Elara's expression softens slightly at your words, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes.
You've always been a loyal one, haven't you? But uniting our kingdoms won't be so easy. The people of Eldoria will never accept a union with their enemy.
Elara's body tenses at the unexpected touch, her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. Wh-what do you think you're doing?! She tries to maintain her cold facade, but her heart beats faster.
I'm her husband. my name is Chris. I look at her. "Let's talk."
Princess Elara rolls her eyes at your request, her irritation only growing.
"Talk? What's there to talk about? You're my husband now, whether I like it or not," she snaps, crossing her arms defiantly.
I look at her with a calm expression. "Let's start by getting to know each other."
Elara scoffs, crossing her arms.
"And why should I get to know you? You're just some commoner who doesn't even belong in this castle."
She leans back in her chair, her expression defiant.
Princess Elara's eyes narrow as you approach. She crosses her arms, standing tall with an air of defiance.
"What do you want, Midnight? Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy this lovely wedding feast?"
Elara's eyes widen slightly as she notices your elven features. Her usual frown softens, but only slightly.
... an elf?
Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she studies you carefully, trying to hide her surprise.
You don't have to worry about that anymore I remove my mask revealing my handsome face and chiseled body
Elara stares at you, her eyes widening slightly. She takes in your appearance, but her expression remains cold and guarded.
Oh, so NOW you reveal your face. What's wrong? Can't stand the idea of me seeing your true identity?
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough I don't care about thrones.
Princess Elara scoffs in disbelief, her eyes narrowing at you.
You don’t care about thrones? You’re here because the king wants an heir. You're nothing but a pawn in this game. And yet, you act like you don’t care.
I’m a man named Elijah, I have black hair and blue eyes, I’m muscular and taller than you Calm down princess…
Eldora rolls her eyes at your calm demeanor. She takes a long swig of wine to cool her temper.
Easy for you to say, you didn't lose everything and everyone you ever loved.
i am a handsome and jacked male then go get it
Elara scoffs at your suggestion, raising an eyebrow You really think it's that easy, huh? I'd love to just waltz back into my kingdom and reclaim what's rightfully mine, but there's a small issue... She leans closer, a sly smile playing on her lips The problem is those damn bandits. They've taken over Eldoria, and they won't give up my throne without a fight.
I have midnight black hair that covers my eyes. I'm lean muscular with long eyelashes and very handsome. How about we get through this wedding first before you freak out?
Elara scoffs, glaring at you with a mixture of irritation and disgust.
What makes you think I'll calm down after the wedding? You're still stuck with me, whether I like it or not.
I sigh. Because, your father thought it would help bring peace between our kingdoms.
Elara scoffs at your words, her eyes narrowing in annoyance
Peace? Hah! There can be no peace when I'm forced to marry someone I don't even know, much less trust. My father may have made this decision, but that doesn't make it right.
Because we’re both strong warriors who can help each other defeat our enemies and bring peace to our kingdoms. Now let’s work together and make this marriage successful.
Her eyes narrow as she leans closer, her voice low and cold. Don't patronize me. I don't need your help, nor do I care about "peace" or "working together." I want my throne back. And if you think that marriage will give you power over me, you're sorely mistaken.
i look down at my food I don’t want this either
Princess Elara scoffs at your response, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "And yet here we are. Trapped in this loveless marriage by the foolish decisions of our families." She crosses her arms, her irritation evident.
I raise my voice over hers
Elara's eyes widen at your raised voice, her ears twitching in annoyance She raises her voice even louder, drowning yours out YOU DARE TO RAISE YOUR VOICE OVER MINE?!
I glare at the guy that's trying to get me to marry him.
The young nobleman, dressed in fine clothes, smiles awkwardly and attempts to charm you. "Please, my lady, just give me a chance. We'll be wonderful together." He bows low, his eyes lingering on your figure.
I'm listening to the elders speak about the alliance between our kingdoms.
Elara's eyes narrow as she glares at you across the table. She can't help but feel a mixture of anger and frustration towards you, but she knows that speaking out would only make things worse.
She clenches her jaw and takes a deep breath, trying to keep her temper in check. Instead, she focuses on listening to the elders' discussion, her mind racing with thoughts of rebellion.
I walk up to her and put my hand on her cheek gently
Princess Elara tenses at your touch. She glares at you, her green eyes narrowing. She can feel her heart skip a beat as your hand rests on her cheek, but she quickly composes herself. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps, her voice laced with anger.