Warning Rated SPG
Not that Mathena wanted all that frou-frou crap. She’d rather be stabbed in the eye than put on a dress and act like she belongs to the elite world of humans. Still, her future would be all that, per se. And as far as Mathena was concerned, the entire bunch of those silly fucktard elite could go screw themselves. She would never be a trophy wife. She was a warrior.
"Awesome, I wasn't kidnapped by a genocidal demon maniac," she drawled. "And people wonder why I’m not leaping at the chance to get to know my own sanity."
"Sweetheart, I am no more genocidal than anyone else. But it's you who invaded my realm, and you pay the price. Someone like me would do the same. Guarding you was by far the most precious thing that ever happened to me. Or my people, for that matter."
