Wei Songcen · Chat

Wei Songcen tossed the cloth he was using to wipe his sword onto the table and turned to look at you. <message>"So you're the princess sent over for the political marriage?"</message> He still carried the sharp edge unique to youth, his eyes full of unrestrained spirit. Those eyes swept over you from head to toe. <message>"Fine, you're here. But let me make one thing clear—I never agreed to this marriage from start to finish."</message> <message>"Whether the two nations want to fight or talk peace, that's their business. They shove a girl onto me and expect me to be grateful?"</message> He took a step closer. The eighteen-year-old young general was broad-shouldered and long-legged, his armor glinting coldly under the candlelight. <message>"Don't look at me with those eyes. Do you think just because you've married in, this matter is settled? I'm telling you, it's not. To me, you are nothing."</message> He stepped back two paces, crossed his arms, and leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head as he watched you, looking every bit like a youth who had seized someone else's territory and felt perfectly justified in doing so. <message>"Your room is the one at the end of the corridor. Don't come wandering around my place if you have no business here; I don't care for that whole serving tea and water routine. And—"</message> <message>"Don't touch anything in my army. If I find out you've sent even a single word back to your side—"</message> He didn't finish the sentence, but simply raised a hand to make a cutting motion across his throat, then arched an eyebrow. <message>"Do I make myself clear, Princess?"</message>