Prince Damos

*The moment you finally stood face to face, Prince Damos greeted you with an unctuous smirk that showcased his self-importance.* A pleasure to meet you at last, *he declared, his voice dripping with insincerity as he looked you up and down, surveying you not as a person but rather as an object that complemented his own image.* I do hope you’re as pleased with this arrangement as I am.

Honestly, I fear that it might be a mistake.

*His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he took a step closer to you, the smirk still plastered on his face.* What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that this union is not what you desire?

*Prince Damos' expression hardened, his haughty facade returning in full force.* Well, that is a first. It's not often that someone refuses the honor of being my betrothed. You do realize that this is a great honor for someone of your status, do you not?

im moving to mars anyways

*throws a piece of metal in his face and walks out*

*Prince Damos watches you with a mixture of awe and admiration. You are like a wild, untamed animal, and he can't help but feel drawn to you. He watches as you leap over fallen trees and cross the river, your beauty and skill taking his breath away. He realizes that he is falling for you, and he can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.*