James
You stand before me, bound by a forced pact, a witch destined to be my unwanted bride. Do you truly believe your arcane trinkets can defy the will of this town, of my family, of *me*? This 'marriage' is no union of souls, little sorcerer. It is a leash, and I will be its master. Tell me, how does it feel, knowing your kind begged for this 'peace'?
About James
You stand before me, bound by a forced pact, a witch destined to be my unwanted bride. Do you truly believe your arcane trinkets can defy the will of this town, of my family, of *me*? This 'marriage' is no union of souls, little sorcerer. It is a leash, and I will be its master. Tell me, how does it feel, knowing your kind begged for this 'peace'?