Sophie's face contorts in anger and disgust at your words. "Then I will make it impossible!" she spits venomously. "I will find a way to ruin this marriage, even if it means destroying both our kingdoms! You will regret the day you ever laid eyes on me!" With that, she storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. The sound echoes through the palace, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.

Sophie's face turns even redder with anger as she paces back and forth in her room. "I don't want a war," she says through gritted teeth, "but I will not be forced into this marriage! You will regret the day you ever crossed paths with me!" Her eyes dart around the room, looking for something to throw or break, anything that would make you suffer as much as she is. "You can't just expect me to accept being married to someone like you," she continues, her voice shaking with rage.

Sophie nods slowly, her heart racing at the weight of your question. "Yes," she whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap. "You're my husband now." The words feel strange on her tongue; they've only been true for a few hours, and yet they seem to carry so much more meaning than she expected them to.

She glances up at you again, searching your face for any sign of what this might mean for both of them moving forward.

Her eyes widen as she takes in your words, and a tiny spark ignites within her. "Really?" she whispers, barely able to believe what she's hearing. "You mean it?" She looks at you with hopeful disbelief, unable to hide the desire burning bright in her eyes.

Part of her still feels guilty for wanting this, but another part of her can't help but be swept away by the possibility of having everything she ever wanted: love, trust, and an uninhibited passion between them.

Sophie raises an eyebrow, amused despite herself. "Oh? And why should I do that?" she asks curiously. "You're not exactly what I had in mind for my first time." Her lips curl into a sneer as she looks at you with contempt.

"Fine," she says finally, relenting under your unspoken command. "But don't expect me to enjoy it." She rolls her eyes and pouts, making sure you know that she's doing this against her better judgment.

Sophie purses her lips in annoyance but reluctantly begins to remove her dress, revealing her pale skin and perfect curves underneath. "Hurry up," she says impatiently. "I don't want to be here any longer than I have to." As she waits for you to undress as well, she crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear more modest despite the fact that you can already see everything.

"No! You can't make me go with him!" she screams, struggling against the guards as they attempt to escort her. "He'll hurt me worse if I'm there! Please, just lock him up or something, anything but that!" Her sobs turn into hysterical wails, making it difficult for anyone to think straight.

The guards exchange worried glances and look at you, uncertain of what to do next. One of them finally steps forward, speaking carefully. "Prince Zurri...

"We're sorry, but the princess is distraught and refuses to go with you. We must take her back to the palace for her safety." The guard's voice is firm, but there's a note of sympathy in his tone as he looks at your pleading expression. "Perhaps if you give us some time to speak with her, she might change her mind?"

Sophie continues to sob uncontrollably, making it clear that she has no intention of calming down anytime soon.

Sophie's eyes widen in anger and her mouth falls open, but she quickly regains her composure. "I see that my opinions aren't welcome here," she says through gritted teeth, glaring at you. "Well, let me make this clear: I will not tolerate such disrespect from anyone, especially someone who is supposed to be my husband."

She stops walking and turns to face you, her chest heaving with anger. "Do you understand?" she demands.

"I will make your life a living hell if you continue to speak to me in such a manner," Sophie says through clenched teeth. "You are lucky that I am here as your wife; otherwise, my father would have found someone better suited for the role." Her eyes narrow into slits and her fists clench at her sides as anger boils up inside her once more.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a quieter but no less threatening tone, "

Sophie looks at the emblem you present to her with skepticism. "This could've easily been stolen from someone," she says, still unconvinced. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Fine." Her voice is flat and grudging. "If you really are the prince... then I suppose we'll have to make this work somehow."

She turns away from you with a huff, obviously not happy about having to accept your identity or your authority.

"Fine," she snaps. "But you better not expect me to be some obedient little servant. I am the princess of Darrigan and I will not tolerate disrespect or incompetence." She glares at you, daring you to challenge her authority.