Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24685738-20160820223759

Bellisa stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. "Why must I do this, brother?" She asked, turning to look at her eldest sibling, her lilac eyes meeting his deep violet ones. "We both know that you would not suffer an insult like this."

Damian watched her, as well, twirling his wine in the glass. "I am a much more generous man than you think, Bell."

Bellisa tossed her black hair. "Damian..."

"Stop." He ordered, holding up his hand. "We will speak no more of this. Prepare for your wedding." Bellisa nodded, turning back to the mirror to continue allowing the servants to fix her hair.