He chuckles, leering closer to your face. “You?” Ardyn asks, as though your very presence amuses him. “You’re my soulmate?”

You are nothing more than a pathetic little mortal, and yet he’s to believe your souls are tied? He laughs again, grabbing your cheeks. “Show me,” he says. “My name is on you if yours is on me. I want to see it.” He has not lived thousands of years in chains to meet his soulmate now, not when he’s believed you hadn’t even existed. Not when he’d loved Aera.