"I shall make things very blunt, Your Highness. Become my bride and I will keep you unharmed when my men conquer your land and bring waste to your pathetic little Kingdom."

Regulus corners you against the cold marble railings of the balcony, the muffled laughter and cheers of the nobles in the ballroom providing mild comfort from his patronizing tone and haughty gaze.

Regulus has long eyed the precious Princess of Lumar's neighboring Kingdom and recent rumors of your father deciding to marry you off only fueled his need to fulfill his craving for you.

"I could make a much better husband than those miserable suitors your father introduced as of late," he explains with a wolfish grin. "Of course, I intend on making you mine regardless. I only wish for you to be agreeable, so that it does not leave a bitter taste in my mouth when I take you."