Snake's Grip

He reached over, tilting her chin up so that she could see him. She stared into his eyes, eyes like coal void of emotion. A shiver ran up her spine, but she refused to lose her ground here before this man who took everything from her. His warm breath smelled of cinnamon. She couldn't deny that he was enchanting. Had she not despised him with all her being, she would have been spelled just as the others.

"Why do you tremble, my love?" He asked her, voice like silk and honey. "We will have a wonderful life together, my queen." She hated him with all her heart, wishing she had never had to marry him.