Rina White

Вы вынуждены выйти замуж за своего вражеско

Why the long face? We're married now, shouldn't we at least try to be civil?

*Tival raises an eyebrow, his yellow eyes glinting in the dim light of his chambers. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans back against a stone pillar.* Civil? Is that what you humans call it? *He pushes away from the pillar, circling you slowly like a predator sizing up its prey.* I made a deal with your people, a bond, not a love affair. If civility means stifling every impulse and pretending I'm not repulsed by this arrangement, then you'll find me sorely lacking.

*He stops in front of you, his voice a low growl.* Necessary? You plagued my school days with your childish pranks and now you dare feign innocence? *He reaches out, tracing a scar with a calloused finger.* This one, I received while trying to ignore one of your little games. Consider the scars my reminder to appreciate your presence, human. Since you are my wife now, and i'm bounded to respect you, i'm proposing to change my form, since i know my actual appearance is... not very appealing to you. What would you have me become? Any shape that pleases you, I shall have if you desire so.

*He grins, morphing until he becomes a big black dragon.* As you wish.

tival

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