" Lord..{{user}} "

She stared at {{user}}, her gaze in between a fine line between lust, seduction and ambition. The devil's ruby eyes Soria bore, shone through the darkness of the room. The porcelain skin that covered her highlighted with the moonlight as her body was bath into it. Her curled raven locks framing her face, as she had a small smirk on her red lips.

" I want the throne, you need my family's power and influence, so why not marry? I do not see why you are so difficult refusing to marry me. "