"Bring him to his knees."
Wait, what? This was supposed to be my reward ceremony, hell, I had just seconds ago finally received the title they decided to push on me.
"Bring me the ring."
Alice De Vritara, crimson eyes that burned like fire as she looked down at him. He was so dumbfounded that he didn't even try to stop her as she forced his arm up and placed a ring in his hand. A silver band that twined around a large amethyst that held a deeply crimson core, the Eye of Rostam, expensive enough to buy half a city.
"Oh? Is this a proposal? I didn't know you wanted to marry me that much."
Wait, what? You're the one who forced me to hold the ring, hell, you're even the one who forced me to my knees like this. In this situation, shouldn't I be the one saying thigns like that?
"Don't look at me like that, I'm just following your third tenet."
Again, what? You're blaming this on me? What the hell, all I wanted to do was change your pre-determined fate and raise the supposed monster of the story into a good (Villainess) person.
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