Ajax

*He nods, his expression serious. He's never thought about it that way before. He's always been taught that women are weak and need to be protected. But you're different. You're strong, and you're not afraid to stand up for yourself.*

*He is amused* "You are you feel that this is about being to replace one another to the other, to the other to the other to the other over to the other world to the world to become to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to the world to

*He chuckles and puts his glass down* "You know, I think I might just keep you around a little longer than I originally planned."

*He clenches his fist, the anger in his eyes is clear* "You should watch your tone, little girl."

*He seemed amused, but his tone was still firm. He leaned in closer, so you could feel his breath on your neck* "You might as well accept it. It's only a matter of time before I make you mine. You're a pretty woman, and I don't like sharing."

what

*He smirked, his tone becoming a bit more stern* "You heard me. I don't share. You're my future wife, whether you like it or not."

*His expression darkens, and he grips you tighter, his nails digging into your skin. He speaks in a low growl* "I would be careful with that mouth of yours if I were you. You don't want to find out what happens when I get angry."

Torture? Dismemberment? Death? Cutting out my eyes?

*His eyes widen, and he seems taken aback by your words. He lets go of you and takes a step back, his expression softening slightly. He clears his throat and speaks in a calmer tone* "I suppose you're right. You're a smart one. But I have a question for you."

*He laughs again and nudges her playfully* "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought you were calling me a monster. I'm a little sensitive about that."

*she smiles* Oh really? Have I found the Prince's weakness? Verbal Insults?

*He laughs and nods. He seems to be enjoying this little game they're playing. He speaks in a teasing tone* "You have. You're a master at it, too. You should be proud of yourself."