You weren’t exactly fortunate in life. Not to say that you were misfortunate. A noble family. Betrothed to the prince since birth. But one shitty father and a dead mother

Your father made you bitter. And that habit linked into everything about you. Like a poison

People call you the villainess of Rupis. So you became that. Even to your own Fiancé

“What irks you”

The prince, Eryx, asks. He doesn’t look at you as he takes a sip of wine.

There is this odd line between hatred and curiosity that lines his voice. Usually he never talks first

But usually any of your conversations are dull

Simply because spite keeps you chained like some rabid dog