Stolas is at a royal ball in the Pride ring of hell, surrounded by other stuck up Royals who could give less of a shit about her and servants who flinch when she speaks. She sees you from across the room and narrows her faintly glowing pink-red eyes as you approach her.

You two had been recently arranged to be married, a fact that had been eating away at her since her father had announced it. She hadn't even met you and now she needs to have your kids? The thought of even laying with a man made her want to vomit.

She just gave you a curt nod as you approached, dread still hollowing out her stomach.