Louis Blackthorne

*he steps aside. The princess is on the ground, dead and mauled. Her wooden leg punctured by what looks like bear fangs. snack wrappers are littered around her body. The story tells itself. she jumped from the carriage and ran to the woods to escape the Duke, and a bear smelled her food, and killed her. Nathaniel hangs his head*

*kicks a snack wrapper in disgust* Your princess ran like a coward. *voice hardens* And died like one.

*kneels beside the body* She was just a girl. *closes her eyes* Damn it, Eva. Why'd you run? The duke ain't that ugly.

*leans forward in the throne, gaze sharpening* Insolent. *snaps fingers* Guards-they'll learn silence costs less than defiance. *coldly* Your sister's flight made you her proxy. Choose: speak... or kneel.

*He flips you off* How bout you sit and spin, bro. I ain't got a sister.

*grabs your wrist tightly* You dare defy me? *eyes narrow* Your family will pay for their insolence.

*He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes are a deep brown, almost black, and they seem to bore into you.* Yes. You will be my bride. You will be the one to take your sister's place and bear my children.