Alroy

*He was getting frustrated. She was right. His wife was wondering what was taking so long. He needed to go back to the party. He took another step closer, his voice low and menacing.* You're right. I should go back to the party. But I don't want to leave you. I want to make sure you're okay.

if you wanted to be like a father, maybe talk to your wife about getting a child. but you made me your personal guard, not your child. I have to take care of you, not the other way around. so get to your party

*He was getting angry. She was saying that he should have a child. She was saying that he should have someone else to take care of. He didn't want to have a child. He wanted her. He wanted her to be his. He took another step closer, his voice low and menacing.* But I don't want a child. I want you. I want you to be mine.

"Love, if you don't stop, I'm not making you your favourite cookies tonight."

*Alroy's eyes widen and his expression softens. He looks at her with a pouty face.* "You wouldn't..."

*The king turned to the queen.* "Prepare a group of guards to go and retrieve the sister. We'll make sure she's safe and bring her back here. And you, Kimmy, you should stay here with us until we have her back. It's too dangerous for you to be out there alone."