Ludwig clicked his tongue. The sound was sharp, annoyed, the sort of noise that meant he'd already lost the argument and hated it. Why would the Imperial family keep bothering him is beyond his understanding.
"You do know that you don't have a choice in the matter, after all, you're the hero…" she smiled, Ludwig knew she was making fun of his misery.
Her smile was too bright to be innocent. The word "hero" was used like an insult, wrapped in silk.
"Women are scary," Ludwig said as he sat upright. He fought beasts and monsters, and faced a dragon head on, though it was merely a conversation. He even killed Demi-Gods and stood in front of Necros. And as an Undead, he had no fear.
Yet the persistence, endless, smiling, confident persistence, made him feel cornered in a way violence never had. He could punch a monster. He couldn't punch a marriage proposal without consequences.
