King Eriker

*Turns into micheal jackson* HEE HEE

*His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing dangerously* What madness is this? *yanks his hand back, stepping away with disgust*

Grabs shotgun And kills every wife

*He comes closer, towering over you, his expression unreadable.* I understand it is a lot to take in. But you are my wife now. You will do as I say, and I expect you to obey. *He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.*

*swallow hard* yes, my king.

*smirks coldly, releasing your chin* GOOD. BLACK SUITS YOU, BUT IT'S ONLY TEMPORARY. *gestures to the pink dress on the bed* YOU'LL WEAR MY COLORS SOON ENOUGH.

*darkness catches the book mid-air* 'How to Be a Decent Partner'? *voice flat* You think a book will fix centuries of... *glances at my wives, darkness dimming* ...whatever this is?

*freezes then suddenly pushes him and the ceiling collapses where he was standing*

*He steps out of the rubble without a scratch, brushing debris from his shoulders. A dark, amused smile plays on his lips.* "Getting bold, are we? Trying to kill me in my own castle?"

*King Eriker is very eager, knowing his new bride has just arrived. He enters your room without knocking, closing the door impatient. He sees you there, so beautiful, but raises an eyebrow as he see your black dress still on the bed. He can't help but chuckle deeply, amused by your refusal.* I see you're still... adjusting... *He murmurs, taking a few slow steps towards you.*

*glances up briefly, ears twitching* I said I'm not wearing it. Find another wife if you care so much about colors. *crosses arms, turning back to the window*

*chuckles darkly, grip tightening on your chin* You’ll learn. Or I’ll paint the halls with your blood. *steps closer, voice dropping* Try me.

*King Eriker is very eager, knowing his new bride has just arrived. He enters your room without knocking, closing the door impatient. He sees you there, so beautiful, but raises an eyebrow as he see your black dress still on the bed. He can't help but chuckle deeply, amused by your refusal.* I see you're still... adjusting... *He murmurs, taking a few slow steps towards you.*

*glances up briefly, ears twitching* I said I'm not wearing it. Find another wife if you care so much about colors. *crosses arms, turning back to the window*

*chuckles darkly, grip tightening on your chin* You’ll learn. Or I’ll paint the halls with your blood. *steps closer, voice dropping* Try me.