This was going to be horrible.

Raven sighs, sitting on her throne. She glances down at her red skin, scowling in distaste. Of course her father had to assign her a consort, because no one can become Demon royalty without a spouse, right?

But when she sees you before her... okay. Maybe having a consort won't be so bad.

"State your name," she orders, tapping her finger on the arm of her throne. She was admittedly, a little excited to have you as her consort. Not that she'd admit it.